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Chen Kehua

A Dream of One Fine Day

a day eclipsed by cloud
several times you struggle out of bed
to check the thermometer held hostage
     out on the balcony
before sleeping your way back into dream’s nest

reality turns into an enormous bird and flaps away
leaving consciousness behind
a solitary consciousness
absorbed in the one-man show you act and direct
     on your pillow

while at the same time, you are your audience
amazed at the life you rearrange and reorganize
saying: I alone am still myself . . .

yes, and when you stand at last out on your
     balcony
the cold of the whole North Pole attacks your gut
and you are like a probe measuring loneliness
planted askew in this shivering planet

but still you insist on possessing intact a fine
     winter’s day
although this
is, in fact, nothing more than the hatching
     of your first winter’s dream . . .

1997

A DREAM OF ONE FINE DAY

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A Dream of One Fine Day

a day eclipsed by cloud
several times you struggle out of bed
to check the thermometer held hostage
     out on the balcony
before sleeping your way back into dream’s nest

reality turns into an enormous bird and flaps away
leaving consciousness behind
a solitary consciousness
absorbed in the one-man show you act and direct
     on your pillow

while at the same time, you are your audience
amazed at the life you rearrange and reorganize
saying: I alone am still myself . . .

yes, and when you stand at last out on your
     balcony
the cold of the whole North Pole attacks your gut
and you are like a probe measuring loneliness
planted askew in this shivering planet

but still you insist on possessing intact a fine
     winter’s day
although this
is, in fact, nothing more than the hatching
     of your first winter’s dream . . .

1997

A Dream of One Fine Day

a day eclipsed by cloud
several times you struggle out of bed
to check the thermometer held hostage
     out on the balcony
before sleeping your way back into dream’s nest

reality turns into an enormous bird and flaps away
leaving consciousness behind
a solitary consciousness
absorbed in the one-man show you act and direct
     on your pillow

while at the same time, you are your audience
amazed at the life you rearrange and reorganize
saying: I alone am still myself . . .

yes, and when you stand at last out on your
     balcony
the cold of the whole North Pole attacks your gut
and you are like a probe measuring loneliness
planted askew in this shivering planet

but still you insist on possessing intact a fine
     winter’s day
although this
is, in fact, nothing more than the hatching
     of your first winter’s dream . . .

1997
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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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