Good poems of the day
You are the only woman hiding the fire
Text/Night Boating
If you condense half of my life into a day
All day long, I was chopping firewood in the mountains
Camphor trees, catalpa trees, neem trees
Mahogany, pear blossom, and needle-prickly thorns
They filled my world and my life
I can't use them to cook and keep warm
I'm a stupid guy who can't afford to put up cooking cigarettes
It makes me feel a great pain —
I don't make fire or drill wood
I knocked the stone ten thousand times
Nor did it burst out a tiny spark
You're the only woman hiding fire, for me
I don't know when it will be like rubbing a match
On my wrinkled, brown, phosphorus-rich days
Wipe it and set it on fire
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