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Bei Doa

October 31, 2012

Between me and the worldYou are a calendar, a compass
A ray of light that slips through the gloom
You are a biographical sketch, a bookmark
A preface that comes at the end
Between me and the world
You are a gauze curtain, a mist
A lamp shining into my dreams
You are a bamboo flute, a song without words
A closed eyelid carved in stone

-Bei Doa (b. 1949)

from A Bouquet