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| Old Fisherman by Siniša Simon of Croatia |
All the days are days on the sea
The poor bitter fisherman
His lumps of muscles, a roll of bungling rope
Expanding on the waves
Attempting to grasp in far distance
An object glittering
A pompous smile of the sun yet it turned out to be
all he laid hold of were some rotting wood boards:
houses, ships and coffins
Backbones of fishes swimming in troops
no beginning nor end
only the legend about youth
daintily frail
海上 所有的日子都是海上的日子 |
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