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The Eagle Liang Jilin

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The Eagle
 
Liang Jilin
 
 
 
In the sky over Alxa League on the Mongolian plateau, an eagle flies,
 
carrying on its wings an enormous amount of silence.
 
It circles, it dives, it tilts,
 
suddenly it lets out a screech,
 
as focused as when we miss someone,
 
as penetrating as our sorrows,
 
as willful as when we reject the world.
 
A double-humped camel walks out from the desert,
 
head high, aloof, on a mission to convey my coolness,
 
looking at the eagle,
 
looking at the grain of relic buried in the sun.
 
Tell them, Baghatur, or the herder called Buren Menghe,
 
what is it that I like—
 
from the Left Banner to the Right Banner,
 
with five hundred plus kilometers in between,
 
there's the one as fiery as some sixty-eight-proof spirits—
 
a flower, in red,
 
a red flower.
 
The eagle takes after the sun, the sun,
 
an eagle. 

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