Jiang Haizhou

A broken ancient bell
is spinning a broken cobweb and has trapped
one butterfly, one blue moth and
also several small winged insects
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Being back and forth- - -
there is always only one home;
if you bear with such brambles,
then you have kept
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Is it the bean curd getting him fatty? No.
It's the towel gourd in the summer, the balsam pear,
wax gourd, and squash
On the way to the green grocery shopping,
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Freedom is farther away than far,
But just beside you.
--Sanyuan forewords
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A day is just like the sun
From the sky,
With flying birds, and
Clouds in many uncanny ways.
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The painted building was an extreamly tiny one.
It had just finished an unknown touching action,
of which no one heard the boiling ketle in it, and
getting louder and louder under thinner air.
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ORANGE
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Making inquiries at the hollow of the night,
The afflatus is the closet to the answer but never get it.

Hush!
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People say you are just in the mountain
But can’t find your sign and trace
Oh, no — only when I have done all I can to get on the top
I can see where you are, and what your expression is
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The autumn insects chirping to the fake,
the mind prevaricated by the vast;
o, the air escaping nowhere,
everything still here.
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Here heart beats:
out of the imagination, the dark so close:
only sweet music within the rosy clouds:
how back to the reality, say.
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'And Humming Drafts Keep Drawing'

And humming drafts keep drawing
dramatically from all directions
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I always hear that mother has got up very early,
She drags herself along with a chronic illness, refrains from coughing,
Softly pushes the door open and steps in:
Sees that (me) the single son is sleeping,
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When I use them again and again
To came to the world of mortals
To consummate things,
Even to consummate the'smallest'
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The safest road is to turn the head and abandon the boat,
To get through the byway covered with windy green grass along the bank,
To try back to where lights are still shadowing with bunches of tear,
To where …… beside grief.
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