Same Dream, Same Mirror
We have dreamt the same dream
during many unraveling autumns;
one joy, one worry binds us.
…
We put on faces
before the same mirror:
our small flight of swallows
is secure. We hear
inmortal music
on ancient bronze bells.
…
~Chen Yinke*
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Ancestral intelligence
Vera Schwarcz
No One to Rescue Words
…
Specters and poets
share the same grief:
thousands of old books
gnawed by sighing worms
call out to us,
yet we have no power
to rescue fallen words.
History’s chronicles,
the ancients’ verses
drift off the page
into oblivion,
a slimy trail
where I once heard
the breath of life.
~Chen Yinke*
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Ancestral intelligence
Vera Schwarcz
