TY - JOUR
AU - Lan, Lan.
AB -  - - - L A N L A N Four Poems lost A man is lost in letters. In books. Lost in the dust left by a hand and chairs after the lights yokes of used feelings and the shadow of a train whizzing past He has the shape of leaves and clouds In his footprints the reflection of shapes of seasons Sometimes, someone will accompany him with the seriously inflamed knee joints-- walking to the suburbs near the old railways above the defeated wild mugworts to meet another him-- A man is lost in everything that he lost. disappear Disappear. Further than death, closer to a hug. I accept legacy, what you award: silence. Your decree, I obey. In this transverse peace I own instants of infinity. Stars in a vast night sky. - ...... - Mänoa Sky Lanterns Your golden body is glittering, everywhere. Your golden lips. Golden! Wheat field plants its past glories on the roof of my fate. ruins of the great river village Again a great river village. Crows rest on tall poplars sparrows fly over a grain-sunning ground their wings tinted with a golden wheat shine They recognize me. Some years ago 
TI - 四首诗
JF - Manoa
DA - 2012-08-04
UR - https://www.deepdyve.com/lp/university-of-hawai-i-press/xygk8HzZFd
SP - 106
EP - 111
VL - 24
IS - 1
DP - DeepDyve
ER -