I don’t consider myself a once expatriate, but I admire this guy.
Toxin
tobacco's breath catches short
an exile's window aims at
deep-sea wings released into flight
music of a winter's day sailing closer
like a flag shedding its colors
it's yesterday's wind, its love
remorse deep as the fall of heavy snow
when a stone reveals the end result
I take this moment to weep for the rest of my life
give me another name
I've made a disguise of misfortune
shelter from the mother tongue's solar blaze
Bei Dao, written somewhere between 1991 and 1994
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