Shovel | 一把铁锹

By , and | 1 October 2020

Translated by a j carruthers and Cui Yuwei

noon after snow
Kirin Bay Park
there where there’s a far corner
in this patch of wood
a shovel I see
stuck up a tree
two print-foot-trails
snake along
here from the path where I stand

it streams down through those branches there
suddenly, the shovel quivers
it’s as if it’s having a soul
dazzled light
snow forsaken by its whiteness
the two crows and with them a flock of sparrows
the lot of them frightened
flee with clatt’ring wing

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