Sonnet 14
Van Gogh (English)
Feng Zhi, 1941
Tr. Huiwen Zhang
Your passion sets everywhere aflame,
You set a bouquet of sunflowers,
Aflame, a thicket of cypress
Aflame, and still under the scorching sun
People passing, also
Skyward howling flames;
Yet in early spring a lonely
Young tree, a tiny prison courtyard,
And in a dark room heads lowered
People peeling potatoes: All
Blocks of never melting ice.
Between you’ve painted a drawbridge,
A fairy boat: Do you really hope to
Bring the unlucky across?
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