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An Embroidery Needle Made from a Water-Deer Fang

An Embroidery Needle Made from a Water-Deer Fang MUSHASIJIA ENI a Th t embroidery needle made from A water-deer fang— Is it still fastened to the f olded Scarf in your ha ir? Even with my dreams keeping wat ch, Even in my soul’s distress. e s Th ky has darkened, Mother , e g Th olden-feathered roost er Is hanging on the lintel upside-do wn. er Th e on the threshold a Th t deer-fang needle Guides the white-silver thr ead, Waiting for my sou l To return to your embrace. e s Th un has risen, Mother, Open the carved wooden bo wl. e en Th d of the water-deer need le Is already pointing to your warm br eath. And at this moment, light shows i tself Throughout the stone-slab hou se. Ah, that egg used to call back a wanderin g soul. You eat the yolk, and I’ll just eat the white. e em Th broidery needle made from a water-deer fan g— Is it still in the felt pocket on your b reast? Can you still neatly embroider my s oul When you face the hills so lonely for so long? Translation by Alexandra Draggeim http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Manoa University of Hawai'I Press

An Embroidery Needle Made from a Water-Deer Fang

Manoa , Volume 31 (1) – May 10, 2019

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University of Hawai'I Press
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Copyright © 2019 University of Hawai'i Press.
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Abstract

MUSHASIJIA ENI a Th t embroidery needle made from A water-deer fang— Is it still fastened to the f olded Scarf in your ha ir? Even with my dreams keeping wat ch, Even in my soul’s distress. e s Th ky has darkened, Mother , e g Th olden-feathered roost er Is hanging on the lintel upside-do wn. er Th e on the threshold a Th t deer-fang needle Guides the white-silver thr ead, Waiting for my sou l To return to your embrace. e s Th un has risen, Mother, Open the carved wooden bo wl. e en Th d of the water-deer need le Is already pointing to your warm br eath. And at this moment, light shows i tself Throughout the stone-slab hou se. Ah, that egg used to call back a wanderin g soul. You eat the yolk, and I’ll just eat the white. e em Th broidery needle made from a water-deer fan g— Is it still in the felt pocket on your b reast? Can you still neatly embroider my s oul When you face the hills so lonely for so long? Translation by Alexandra Draggeim

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ManoaUniversity of Hawai'I Press

Published: May 10, 2019

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