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TWO POEMS

 

Translated by Donald Revell and Zhang Er

 

Noise

A crashing sound.
I walk outside, take
A look around—nothing.

After an hour
I go to the kitchen and find
The cutting board fallen to the counter
And shards of glass everywhere.

Everything still,
The cutting board, the shards of glass so still.
All's quiet.

An hour before, the cutting board hanging on its nail
And the water glass below it
Were quiet too.

 

 

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