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by Bei Dao
Translated by Eliot Weinberger and Iona Man-Cheong in Ramallah the ancients play chess in the starry sky the endgame flickers a bird locked in a clock jumps out to tell the time in Ramallah the sun climbs over the wall like an old man and goes through the market throwing mirror light on a rusted copper plate in Ramallah gods drink water from earthen jars a bow asks a string for directions a boy sets out to inherit the ocean from the edge of the sky in Ramallah seeds sown along the high noon death blossoms outside my window resisting, the tree takes on a hurricane's violent original shape |
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