Heaven pours molten gold
into earth’s womb.
Men’s ambition whistles away
On the hazy railway bridge
aspiring to touch the unknown.
A cormorant, pregnant with
fish and satisfaction broods
on a drowning trunk.
A man and his boat
Sits still inside the bliss
His cast away net
catching eternity
in a single afternoon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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