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We are
waiting with the moon
For the fishermen
returning late.
Red flags
and the yellow moon
Are reflected
in the sea.
Where is my reflection?
Has it
fled with Chang'e?
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8.12.12
On the boat.Ziguan
5.12.12
At clay oven. Dashu. Sanhe Kilns
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The mountains parted and the moon came out of the clouds. Now my path is clear and straight. But my life may not be long enough To get the lighthouse Where three rivers join together
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1.12.12
Moon World.Tianliao
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The lake filled with peace And me too. I caught a fish but catch the moon. Would stay here forever, But there will come a new scurry day And the moon run away! |
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24.11.12
The Crane for the Moon. Xiaogang container yard
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Autumn swans are all gone.
I am sick at inappropriate time,
Everyone has gone to the moon for a feast.
I ask my close friends
To steal the moon
And hang it on my window.
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23.11.12
Sugar moon.Ciaotou Sugar factory
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The wind and rain making noise all night The sea of fallen leaves around. See the sugar moon in gold waves Jump toward her And surely drown in gold leaf Because I don't know how swim.
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Metal forest. Shipyard
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My world is covered by a metal forest And the moon stuck in the rusty trees. Risking my life I will go and release her even if I will die! My barren life in the metal woods.
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21.11.12
At the straw store. Cishan
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Hats, bags
and umbrellas are all for sale
They are
made of straws and almost free!
Buy
something, strange foreigner!
Except
that the moon will be never yours
You can
only take away some moonlight
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Photo Po-i Chen |
20.11.12
Homecoming. Meinong tobacco barns
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I
returned to my empty home remembering
My
father brought this firewood.
The unused
cold furnace
Was like
my fireless, empty heart.
But the
moon will bring a new fire
To me and
warm me again.
Photo Po-i Chen |
18.11.12
House for the moon. Meinong
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On the
roof of my run-down home,
There
are houses for birds
At a
higher place I built a house for the moon,
My heavenly friend.
I am happy
to stay on the broken Earth
As long
as the moon does not leave me.
Leonid Tishkov. Private Moon. Kaohsiung. 2012
Photo Po-I Chen
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13.11.12
Who washed ashore? Sizihwan
Was washed ashore of mine
The dead Tree and the live Moon.
Or me was washed to their shores
Me half-dead poet-nomad
Leonid Tishkov.Private Moon.Kaohsiung.2012
Photo Po-i Chen
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