An Attic Poet Poem by Chen-ou Liu

An Attic Poet



In exile, this black daylight, can I knock on a wall of silence to make the sound of protest?

in my throat
words just well up...
shrill of cicadas

Will the sky hold my thoughts? Looking out the window, I see a paper bag floating in the wind.

Tuesday, April 18, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: exile,insect,silence
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