All the People Forget the Gunshot
By Yi Dian (Zhejiang/China)
All the people forget the gunshot
Still it is a gunshot. Forgetting makes the bullet extend infinitively
In the process of its dashing, someday soon for sure it will hit
The chests of the forgetters
All the people forget the blood
Still it is blood. Forgetting makes the wound cure no longer
It’s ulcerating on and on. Someday soon for sure the blood
Will splash from the bodies of the forgetters
All the people forget time
Still it is time. Forgetting makes time rust away bit by bit
Rust bit by bit. Someday soon for sure
The rusty iron bar will crash and beat us black and blue
Translated by Yu Weiyuan
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Yi Dian, born in 1953, Haining, Zhejiang, PRC, deputy director of poetry creation committee of the Writers’ Association in Zhejiang Province, a poet and writer who has published poetry collections ”A Red Sail”, ” On the Survival Cliff”, “Stone, Scissors, Cloth”, “The River in theDarkness”, Thrilling and Praying”, and some other collections of proses and short stories as well. 作者: 博文选集 时间: 2017-5-2 15:23
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