|◎Poets’ Indignations |
Previously I thought
They made a vigorous stand to resist only on paper sheets.
Their indignation sounded more or less feeble and
Too weak to stand any windy disturbances.
Those in power laughed, and the men of wealth mocked:
“Let them go crazy.”
Their voiced opinions looked just as pale as their complexions.
Actually in their inner hearts do exist balls of tiny flames, which
Won’t be blown out by anything on earth.
Within the blazing lights turn up Gu Cheng’s black eyes,
And Hai Zi’s spring seasons as well.
Some day at midnight
Everybody is startled up by Bei Dao’s fatal gunshot.
That a person is hung dangling upside down from the tree
Who is it?