FAN Jinghua: Faraway
To tell the truth, I myself for most of the time do not believe
Faraway could come with compulsory hits of fingers on the keyboard.
And yet, here it is, before my eyes, like anything else, a mishit
Will get something different by a thousand miles, but how can I not admit—
It has a rhyme as if gravitational that all the weight of my body
And mind cannot rival its suck. The three different a’s, separated,
Are locked in here, and anyone who does see it and carry it
Close to her bosom or on his back pushes me further to the past.
This, I dedicate to you; anyway, it’s yours soon or later when it reaches there.
I am always already full of faraway here, and now it’s your turn.
September 23, 2009