Claire's Poetry Corner | Dec 31

New Year Bei Dao a child carrying flowers walks toward the new year a conductor tattooing darkness listens to the shortest pause hurry a lion into the cage of music hurry stone to masquerade as a recluse moving in parallel nights who's the visitor? when the days all tip from nests and fly down roads the book of failure grows boundless and deep each and every moment's a shortcut I follow it through the meaning of the East returning home, closing death's door