As the sun rises slowly in the morning, we keep our pace with the sun.
No rushing to work.
Because as you rush, your spirit may get lost.
Instead, sit down, read a poem and awaken your spirit.
Instead of breakfast tea, we have a cup of breakfast poetry.
The Twilight of Gotland
(Written by Lan Lan <a Chinese poet>,
Translated by Beijinghome)
” Ah! Everything is so perfect!”
I sat on the grass, the bitterness like the flood around my feet
Pouring into my eyes.
Older waves were afar, younger ones nearby.
Seagulls perched on a reef alike
a church’s roof tip.
When they faded away in the twilight, stars loomed
Over our heads.
No. There was nothing missing.
Breeze, grass, sunset, and the sea.
There was nothing missing.
Peace, affluence, tranquility, and the church’s evening bell.
Perfection is rejection. I was shocked at the view
Without parents, children, and relatives,
And no chaotic streets in my neighborhood.
— The soiled happiness
Enlarged the shade of my eyes…
It seemed like an unintentional insult
For you, you hard, rounded sun setting into Baltic Sea
I was an outsider, one from China,
A stranger with a blue heart.
The twilight in Gotland turned everything into a nightmare.
Yes. There is no view colder than this.