Your Childhood is a Village
Red is the sun’s most beautiful throne. Night is another candle. A moon, an old man, his seat is night and light is his walking stick. Your childhood is a village. You will never cross its boundaries no matter how far you go…
Excepted from Celebrating Childhood
English translated by Khaled Mattawa
Chinese translated by Lily
Oh, my past days—
they used to walk in their sleep
and I used to lean on them.
Love and dreams are two parentheses.
Between them I place my body
and discover the world.
I saw the air fly with two grass feet
and the road dance with feet made of air.
My wishes are flowers
staining my days.
I was wounded early,
and early I learned
that wounds made me.
I still follow the child
who still walks inside me.
Now he stands at a staircase made of light
searching for a corner to rest in
and to read the face of night again.