奇博娱乐城


At the Edge of a Field, a Pair of Shoes  The Millstone  The whistling wind  My Retreat  Your Heaven  Your Softness Saved You  What Voice Is That?  There’s No Light in This World  Poet  I Met with Deception  I Felt the Sunlight 


奇博娱乐城

Along the long, long corridor
I     go on walking . . .

—Before me there are dazzling windows,
on either side, walls reflecting the light.
The sunlight    and I,
I'm standing with the sunlight.

—Now I remember how intense that sunlight is!
So warm it stops me from taking another step,
so bright I hold my breath.
The light of the whole universe converges here.

—I'm unaware of the existence of anything else.
There is only me, leaning on sunlight,
still for a full ten seconds.
Sometimes, ten seconds
is longer than a quarter of a century.

Finally, I dash down the stairs,
push open the door,
and run in the spring sunlight . . .


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