Poem
Jun Er
The One Cent Piece
there’s a one cent piece in a compartment in my deskall on its own
in among odd bits of paper
sometimes I open the drawer
and rummage through it
and then I close it
without even registering the coin’s existence
today, in a brief moment when I had no work to do
I again saw for myself the freedom a one cent piece enjoys
its restraint serenity wordlessness
any resemblance here with the life of a human being?
though they never spoke
these coins once existed, nevertheless
© Translation: 2006, Simon Patton
THE ONE CENT PIECE
© 2006, Jun Er
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The One Cent Piece
there’s a one cent piece in a compartment in my deskall on its own
in among odd bits of paper
sometimes I open the drawer
and rummage through it
and then I close it
without even registering the coin’s existence
today, in a brief moment when I had no work to do
I again saw for myself the freedom a one cent piece enjoys
its restraint serenity wordlessness
any resemblance here with the life of a human being?
though they never spoke
these coins once existed, nevertheless
© 2006, Simon Patton
The One Cent Piece
there’s a one cent piece in a compartment in my deskall on its own
in among odd bits of paper
sometimes I open the drawer
and rummage through it
and then I close it
without even registering the coin’s existence
today, in a brief moment when I had no work to do
I again saw for myself the freedom a one cent piece enjoys
its restraint serenity wordlessness
any resemblance here with the life of a human being?
though they never spoke
these coins once existed, nevertheless
© 2006, Simon Patton
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