Translated by Ping kwan Leung, Gorden T. Osing 1994
Far beneath we see cold metallic liquid flowing;
bright silvery specks
over mountains of silver light.
Where are we?
Down there the blue ocean
or is it the sky?
The ridges of glaciers lie way off
or are those the nerve endings of someone's brain?
Flecks of lights
and emerge again:
are we flying towards some place
or away from it?
I wish I were back in some room
stuffed with old books of poems
which had known all wars and calamities
torn and smudged
retrieved from second-hand book stores,
blurred from copying, husky sounding topes
recording fragments of voices lost
they could help me rewrite
one phase of the history of our modern poetry.
No, such an all-inclusive room never existed.
Miscellaneous stuff piled over the place
boxes of research material afloat
drifting from one coastline to another
the books all lost
the lines composed by some poet decades ago,
never brought together in a collection,
wander forever outside the maps people have drawn.
I could only imagine a huge mansion
where all such lost, homeless spirits might gather;
with worn hands
I stroke an indistinct mainland,
picking up bits and threads scattered on the outside,
or tearing apart boundaries people defend with their lives.
A speck of light
in the blue immense
turn the solid ground into a big map encompassing
at different specks
people I miss and remember.
Passing well above boundaries and flagpoles
I come across a poem I like
at differing heights of colours, we begin to talk
beyond the mountains
we see another mole on the world's face,
people go on fighting over a mere patch,
a strand of hair,
claiming new territories.
Up here cloud-scales
and drift from our field of vision;
people and poems we miss and care about
drift to the four corners,
In our minds we constantly redraw existing maps
redesignate centres and peripheries
remove old boundaries,
move freely from here to there
making new connections,
In the vastness of space there shine
certain moving signs,
beneath the floating, vast screen of lights
yet another land fluttering in sight
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