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      July 17, 2012Winter DayYang Jian

      A wild duck cries on a winter lake
      alone and meek
      I sit on a cold stone bench
      looking at the water, alone and meek
      Had we known we were two lambs
      on our way to the slaughter
      I’d weep, you’d also weep
      in this floating world

      from #36 - Winter 2011

      Yang Jian worked as a factory laborer for thirteen years and began writing poetry during the mid-’80s. Considered today as one of the greatest Chinese living poets, Yang Jian also paints with ink and brush. A practicing Buddhist, he lives in recluse in Ma’anshan, Anhui.

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