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something must be wrong with the phone
Mother suddenly can’t hear me
but I can still hear her
hearing her panic and yell my name into the phone like yelling for me in the wild when I was little thinking I was lost
and would never respond
my eardrums feel the hit of a north wind from many hills
at last a click
silence on Mother’s end           not a sound
now my turn to yell
Mother... O Mother...

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About the translation:
Yi Lu
Fiona Sze-Lorrain
Original language:
2014 Number 3 - The Singing of the Scythe

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Yi Lu

Born in 1956 in the southern province of Fujian, Yi Lu is by age considered a ‘second-generation’ woman poet in modern China....

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Fiona Sze-Lorrain

Fiona Sze-Lorrain is the author of two books of poetry, My Funeral Gondola ( El León / Mãnoa Books, 2013 ) and Water the Moon...

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