Monday, March 8, 2010

Xi Chuan

Some day I will sleep forever without waking
Never again will I see the cypresses of the northern plains
These cypresses at their mysterious prayers
These black and dripping churches
These swallows perched stiffly on the rushes
These oil lamps
One day I shall sleep forever without waking
While the wind blowing through the iron branches of the cypresses
Will remain in the heart of a corpse.

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