Sharp-pointed cliffs by the sea are swords
that slice my homesick guts in autumn.
If I could split into millions of selves,
I’d scatter them on all the peaks to gaze home.
translated by Tony Barnstone & Chou Ping
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Wow! what a brilliant poem 🙂 thanks for sharing.
Thank you. Glad you liked it.
You’re welcome 🙂
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