by Lu Yu
Waiting for a shining rain, from now on
surge the first fire
above mountains and fjords
lift up my sleep.
It is the aerial view of stars:
how grand joy overflow the sea crowded by flying fishes;
It is the whale’s breathing exercise in the rain.
pouring each glass of flaming dusk
in the crystal
waiting for a shining rain to exchange lightnings;
deep in forest those trolls stretching their stiff limbs at midnight,
awakened by the rain
we plant our feet into humid marsh in a spring time,
then those old blue miracles wrapped by underground magma.
then they resurrect, all of them,
in the rain.
This is the first poem Eastlit has published by Yu Lu.