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THE LAMP By Li Zhiyong

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THE LAMP
 
By Li Zhiyong
 
 
 
The flame is similar to a mountain, whose precipice is also blue.
 
Perhaps snow and boulders sit on the ridge of the mountain, reflecting light.
 
Someone may even be standing on it, looking at the edge of the sky.
 
The sun continues to rise and dip, dip and rise.
 
 
 
The lamp seems to be there specifically to forge something.
 
A stove, in the middle of the night, a silhouette busy by its side.
 
An excavator, a refugee, a writer, each huddles by the lamp.
 
It burns for their imaginings until the break of dawn.
 
 
 
The lamp carries the weight of its light, standing quietly on the table.
 
Every drop of oil takes part in fueling the flame.
 
When all is used up, things will take on a different look,
 
but it will be recognizable with the help of the lamp.
 
 
 
Because of the lamp, things cast shadows on the wall, even the lamp itself
 
casts a shadow. There is light,
 
therefore lamp walks out of the room, finding its way to the mountaintop.
 
It also finds its way to the sea.
 
As it glows, it hopes that the sea will dry up,
 
it hopes that the water will stay calm and stay cold.

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