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A collection of poems from ʫ���(http://www.poetrysky.com). Translated by Gao Fan.

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This moment sunshine bright, down the roof quiet, passes
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Maple or eucalyptus unclear
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Whirls his body away with a flock of leaves.

Slim feet hua-la-la
Slim childish feet rush
So swift,
So swift, this moment sunshine bright,
As the broad road to nice mind
A bright bus.

Even though sunshine is not bright at all I still wanna
Write a poem for love
My love poems start from the 7 a.m.
Sun
A lot flock of leaves hua-la-laly
Fall, childish little feet run so
Cheerfully.


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Little Feet of Kids

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And another flock of leaves rolling,
Cheering, slim, delicate, little feet of kids.
My darling kids laugh sweetly.
Hua-la-la
Wind's neck filled too much
Too much wind
Some coldness.
No fear, kids,
You are the earth My darling kid darling kids
You are plural
You run across single hearts,
One and the other.


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Single heart 

Single heart aches to be double, so it adds self to
the purity of a river and
the dawn of a garden.
It learns Tao,
round PAST for three,
round NOW for three, and
round FUTURE for three, along the hour hand, heart on palm
Eyes closed as many years ago.
It murmured
It wrote until came the God named Happiness.
Single heart made double
Then back to single: Destiny turned round for one.
Many years later it continues its Tao,
Heart on palm,
Eyes closed.


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