Thursday, April 16, 2015


By X. Z. Shao

a strange tongue,
while acquiring it,
I felt like a fish
choked on the sand.
My body twisted
and arched to reach
the crystal sea palace.
Now, a second nature,
it is the very realm
I've dreamed for.
I do not hate Chinese,
rather, I would live
with ancient Tao Qian in his hut,
drinking his wine,
sharing his toils,
and lending my ears
to every word he uttered,
but Chinese at present,
a blanket of smog
over the chicken-shaped land,
wherever you are,
your nose irritates.



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