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Eye of the Butterfly

Eye of the Butterfly

Editor’s note: In the final days of 2005, ITF made inquiries about the identity of its new translator-in-residence.

Paper Horse

There was a boy who dreamt / a paper horse. / He opened his eyes, / and the horse was gone.

Hat in the Shrub

Wind sweeps through the desert, / along the sand is chasing a hat, / chased it into a shrub, / an old, black hat.

Long River

Long River

Gun-gun, thunders the Long River. To the east the waters pass, / the foam of breaking waves rinsing life out of heroes. / Right and wrong, success and defeat, turn your head and they are hollow. / The dark green mountain stands always as before, / the evening sun reddens ever once more.

Burning the Stones

Burning the Stones

In a place without memory, life becomes art.