Poem of the day. Xu Lizhi
di
Redazione Italia, May, 03 2016
Redazione Italia, May, 03 2016
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“A
Kind of Prophecy”
Village
elders say
I resemble my grandfather in his youth
I didn’t
recognize it
But listening to them time and again
Won me
over
My grandfather and I share
Facial
expressions
Temperaments, hobbies
Almost
as if we came from the same womb
They
nicknamed him “bamboo pole”
And me, “clothes hanger”
He often
swallowed his feelings
I’m often obsequious
He liked
guessing riddles
I like premonitions
In the
autumn of 1943, the Japanese devils invaded
and burned my
grandfather alive
at the
age of 23.
This
year i turn 23.
