“I Wrote My Phone Number on a Telephone Pole,” “Raining Since Yesterday Afternoon and it’s Still Raining,” “Father,” and Other Poems
translated by Xi Nan I often say that poetry is a kind of reality. This reality crosses the line between dream and daily life. Some of the following…
With Light and Dust: “Fire Hydrant” (Excerpt)
translated by Xi Nan XVI. I can’t see my Life Woke up in the morning And saw my room Most of the time I stay inside Occasionally go out Wherever I……
