No Land of My Own

i’ve had another dream
in this season of not many dreams

that i own everything
except myself

i turn into a strange flower by night
but only see streaks of silver by day

my old country and me
we see each other on T.V.

and my future home is
but a castle floating in air

i have no land of my own
but a whole person of wishes

the end of a century is followed by its beginning
and whose soul will visit here in my absence?

the last rain of tonight
sounds like the weeping of the spring

bored, i put into the computer
the melancholy of a big city

—Yu Ouyang
Permanently Resident in an Alien Country

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