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四首诗 D U O Y U Four Poems gathering Winter rain gathers all the tears Moist fallen leaves, black like burnt ghost money A man uphill, with shoulders raised gathers all endurance Birds between pine needles gather all the ashes Threads of rain floating like hair, gather into a beautiful face I stand by the window, looking at drops of water on the pane gather into a sea of sorrow What sorrow can gather into a force It depends on your love a bullet flies in the sky a bullet flies in the sky a copper-jacketed bullet, reflecting the radiant sun flies in the sky like in stillness, so speedy flying over Zeno's straight lines what base, what revenge what parabola will send it into the sky a bullet ceaselessly flies in the sky Mänoa Sky Lanterns people staring with heads up open their mouths wide no one knows what exactly this bullet desires when it flies rain on glass pane after a light wind curtains stir rain falls on tiles rain falls on bicycles rain falls in the night raindrops linger on the glass pane like a whisper of moths lit by a desk lamp I see a http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Manoa University of Hawai'I Press

四首诗

Manoa , Volume 24 (1) – Aug 4, 2012

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D U O Y U Four Poems gathering Winter rain gathers all the tears Moist fallen leaves, black like burnt ghost money A man uphill, with shoulders raised gathers all endurance Birds between pine needles gather all the ashes Threads of rain floating like hair, gather into a beautiful face I stand by the window, looking at drops of water on the pane gather into a sea of sorrow What sorrow can gather into a force It depends on your love a bullet flies in the sky a bullet flies in the sky a copper-jacketed bullet, reflecting the radiant sun flies in the sky like in stillness, so speedy flying over Zeno's straight lines what base, what revenge what parabola will send it into the sky a bullet ceaselessly flies in the sky Mänoa Sky Lanterns people staring with heads up open their mouths wide no one knows what exactly this bullet desires when it flies rain on glass pane after a light wind curtains stir rain falls on tiles rain falls on bicycles rain falls in the night raindrops linger on the glass pane like a whisper of moths lit by a desk lamp I see a

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Published: Aug 4, 2012

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