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The madman said: Poetry is dead.
A Mu's Seven Wolves (Li Tianhao) Poetry
Poetry is dead.
In front of your grave
Crazy people are as quiet as stones.
It doesn't matter if I die.
Poetry is dead.
The moment I entered the grave
Who is heartbroken?
Poetry is dead.
Are all postmodern poets dead?
Have all the newspapers about poetry been reduced to ashes?
The conclusion of this death
Poetry has been dead for at least many years.
Are all the poems in my eyes corpses?
Poetry is dead.
Are poets all fools?
Who else is doing artificial respiration for the poem?
1998
Really love my heart.
A Mu Seven Wolves/Poems
In winter, pear trees leave me.
Ah, that tree is suspected to be a pure snowflake.
Is it me? Shake off the red dust covered with snow and settle down.
Looking for peach-blossom love
The moment I saw you today
My body and mind have melted.
Dreams are like peach blossoms. I really love my peach heart.
Ninety-nine villages have disappeared.
Only you and my village or home, peach blossoms are warm.
In winter
Because of the existence of people who really love me.
The peach blossoms in the village will never leave.
I won't leave you either.
Next winter
Really love my heart.
Come with winter snow as promised.
This poem was published in April of 1997 and won the best new star poet award.
Tender paper crane
-To the poet's brother Tang Jiyong
A Mu's Seven Wolves (Li Tianhao) Poetry
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