Silence has leaves
Silence has ears, it has
A dawn trapped in a square
The streets have no messengers
The houses have wrapped up
Scattered dreams
The fingers do not touch
The sea has no sails
Silence is within the crystal or without
A fruit hangs in the space
His face has been pointing to one direction
Behind him it has been the silence of a forest
A mirror is thin yet bottomless
The fading moon as floating ice in a glass
The book with its arms spreading out
Has stopped on a certain page
- that story has ceased to tell
and the look in his eyes
Is like this city, entirely halted
Like its love, completely washed away
by a severe storm
Jin Zhong 1993
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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