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Yan Jun

March 30

1.

The birches have no leaves
in winter they emit their own light

From the place of thousands of dirt mounds
following the prints of mountain goats straight to the riverbank
the wind blows the trash and the rocks

Like this, the moon rests behind the mountain


2.

The crows on the opposite bank have eaten everything that can be eaten
flying swirling
getting lost in the snowflakes

These black shards
white shards land together on the lake

Repeating what they can repeat
Until the river the mountainside the farmers
freeze and become as big as a palm.

30 MAART

1
de witte abelen zijn kaal
in de winter      geven ze licht

van honderdduizend heuvels zand
langs de hoefsporen van de geiten     helemaal tot aan de oever van de rivier
waait de wind over het vuilnis en de stenen

en blijft de maan maar achter de berg hangen

2
kraaien aan de overkant hebben opgegeten wat eetbaar was
zijn weggevlogen     al rondcirkelend
in de sneeuwvlokken verdwenen

deze zwarte snippers
witte snippers     vallen samen op de rivier

herhalen wat ze kunnen herhalen

helemaal tot aan de rivier, de heuvel, de boeren
bevroren     een klont zo groot als de palm van een hand

Close

March 30

1.

The birches have no leaves
in winter they emit their own light

From the place of thousands of dirt mounds
following the prints of mountain goats straight to the riverbank
the wind blows the trash and the rocks

Like this, the moon rests behind the mountain


2.

The crows on the opposite bank have eaten everything that can be eaten
flying swirling
getting lost in the snowflakes

These black shards
white shards land together on the lake

Repeating what they can repeat
Until the river the mountainside the farmers
freeze and become as big as a palm.

March 30

1.

The birches have no leaves
in winter they emit their own light

From the place of thousands of dirt mounds
following the prints of mountain goats straight to the riverbank
the wind blows the trash and the rocks

Like this, the moon rests behind the mountain


2.

The crows on the opposite bank have eaten everything that can be eaten
flying swirling
getting lost in the snowflakes

These black shards
white shards land together on the lake

Repeating what they can repeat
Until the river the mountainside the farmers
freeze and become as big as a palm.
Sponsors
Gemeente Rotterdam
Nederlands Letterenfonds
Stichting Van Beuningen Peterich-fonds
Prins Bernhard cultuurfonds
Lira fonds
Versopolis
J.E. Jurriaanse
Gefinancierd door de Europese Unie
Elise Mathilde Fonds
Stichting Verzameling van Wijngaarden-Boot
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VDM
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