Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Soap

Poet:Bei Dao

In the kitchen washing my hands
soapy water runs down the drain
like a French horn’s
anxiety

the bride waves goodbye
to the canal of keeping dates
who is the white-haired witness
going upstream?

a group photo with the sun
half my face covered
the other half daylight
in the windless solitude

in the rivers and lakes fish forget one another
the night creates a momentary god
bats in the eyes of drug addicts
destroy themselves in passion