– لنډۍ ¬
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Bones sprout in antiquity. Decorate antiquity.
Many moistures
are injected by fresh hands. Space
is uttered by bones
as is walking.
Bones walked through thousands of years
and passed it: where other bones
were crying
Tossed-out bones penetrate
each night.
A global family as resolute
as constellations, braced
immovably between holidays and funerals.
Some face archeology, face the radiant crumble
of culture in center exhibit.
Some escape into the flesh
piece together a human shape
and then, devour the remaining bones
– Yang Xiaobin. Bones, excerpt from Hard Objects
translated by Canaan Morse
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– Agha Shahid Ali. excerpt from I See Chile in My Rearview Mirror
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