Poem
Han Dong
Six Lines
it’s raining, but this is not the mood of rain
it’s autumn, but this is not the cold of autumn
a piece of music when it is not being performed
a thought in a head when the rest of the body has died
the meaning of life beyond words, truth’s most secret
secret when my eyes are matched by the eye-scars in that tree ...
© Translation: 2006, Simon Patton
SIX LINES
© 2005, Han Dong
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Six Lines
it’s raining, but this is not the mood of rain
it’s autumn, but this is not the cold of autumn
a piece of music when it is not being performed
a thought in a head when the rest of the body has died
the meaning of life beyond words, truth’s most secret
secret when my eyes are matched by the eye-scars in that tree ...
© 2006, Simon Patton
Six Lines
it’s raining, but this is not the mood of rain
it’s autumn, but this is not the cold of autumn
a piece of music when it is not being performed
a thought in a head when the rest of the body has died
the meaning of life beyond words, truth’s most secret
secret when my eyes are matched by the eye-scars in that tree ...
© 2006, Simon Patton
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