MAYDAY

MOONLIGHT 月光 by Xiao Qiao (translated by Cindy M. Carter)

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The moonlight at my door is white.
It flashes by like weaponry.

A shattered scenery resolves
into sweet and sharpened
drops of candy.

Bit by bit, they prick
the slightly-slanted corners
of your eyes.

35 – Guangzho (1995) photograph by Han Lei

我门前的月光很白
像某种兵器一闪而过
破碎的景象慢慢坚实
变成甜蜜的有点尖锐的球形糖果
一颗一颗
刺穿你微微倾斜的眼角

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