Saturday, March 5
AT LAST THERE IS YESTERDAY
at last there is yesterday
at last there is fury
dreams now have a core
revolution resembles something like normal life at last
this day and last night are buried together entwined at last
youth gone from this world
the very idea of youth gone from this world
the horn of the storm looks like a tilted cup
evening’s mirror no longer sketches me as a ghost
a world washed clean is useless to me
silent stones, my teachers
those gentle talents
who comply with the fate arranged for them
bowing to this angry prophecy
setting out on a journey they will never complete
I, we, this mutable era of ours
each star follows its own god
as it turns its head (Wang Yin, translated from Chinese by Andrea Lingenfelter)