Fourth Year in Shanghai
The rain
falls.
The thoughts
flow.
I am not satisfied
with my condition.
Filled with
fire
I keep
walking
looking at the children
go to school.
In their red
neckcloths
they go their
way,
the opposite
direction I
and reach no
end.
-
All is over.
What is left
is not worth writing
down on paper.
My past
drowned
in the river
on a Thursday night
in mainland China.
And now I
walk
behind the
noisy children
going home
from school
feeling their
future mine.
Ilya Gutner
Ilya Gutner was born in the Soviet Union
in Moscow and grew up in New York. Was for a time a PhD student in Slavic
Studies at Brown but that soon ceased to be an option. Studies philosophy now
in Shanghai, China. Google services make not of one small set of things
published with the Ottoman Estate under a collective title, Poem about how to
live; something quite childish for Boston University's Clarion magazine; and a
long silence gathering up things to say since then.
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