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   especially for Bruno Schultz

You are something I've never seen before but innately love
a town of light bursts out of a drifting black forest
warm, dazzling, beyond any constraint
such a sexy route
runs through me, suspending behind
a huge soul cobweb with inexpressible connections
transfers every street in the town that is full of sense of belongingness
in the night breezes of April, triple sharp olfaction
smells, listening to
lofty phantoms, my déjà vu foreign kinsfolk who
had ever lived in each of these streets, in generations
uprise one by one
still high above they are, like high noon suns
casting heavy shadows of thoughts on the no-hiding earth

       Trans. by Xuan Yuan and the author

 

Zhao Si