Li Haiquan
A BURIAL IN THE MOUNTAINS
The old lady has no children with her.
Several men pick up their strength
to straighten her curled up body,
I hear her bones creaking.
They wash her
and wrap her in linen.
She was bow-legged,
so those men all together
push her into the coffin,
bones rattling again.
They keep the coffin in a cool spot.
As they come out and lock the door,
an elder hands out dark chicken eggs
from the old lady’s coop
and reminds them to come again
for the interment in a few days.
Translated by MW, Oct. 2020
标签: body, burial, community, customs, death, history, Li Haiquan, memory, mountains, NPC, people, solidarity, tradition, 新世纪詩典, 李海泉
10月 7, 2020 3:43 下午 |
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