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AT THE OUTER EDGE Li Qingsong

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AT THE OUTER EDGE
 
Li Qingsong
 
 
 
I'm determined to stay here at the margins, on the outer edges,
 
wandering off the mainstream, thrown into uncertainty,
 
in exile like the restless clouds
 
that have retreated from the sky, paths and fields.
 
All that remain are ruins, weathered landscape, and deserted mines.
 
Boundless silence in the wilderness,
 
through the dying sun the hawk's watchful eyes.
 
The first snow can’t rein in the adolescent or the cubs.
 
Their tender looks float out of the mountain pass.
 
Snowflakes twinkle on their eyelashes, warm blood raging and flowing.
 
Even the overnight blizzard will find its home ground.
 
On their animated faces, each permanent tooth will have its day to take place.
 
Some things are buried, so are names,
 
until they reveal their original essence.
 
An air so clear and unique to land’s end
 
blows on me until I feel like an elf or sprite!
 
I house a ferocious drive and a tender heart, 
 
with milk replenished by winds and blizzards,
 
I nurture the beasts and the weaklings in me.
 
The eagles take the world to a new cliff,
 
the snow lotus raises me to a new height.
 
That untouchable place! I speak through a shaman— 
 
There have been thirty-nine blizzards, I was reborn after each snow.

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