The Blue Ears
(The First Reading of Ma Yan and Picasso)
In the morning, the sun is shining
On the twelfth street. The memory wandering
Between the privet tree in 2001 winter
And the painting in December 20th, 1935
The smell of the brush washes the human being
The night and dream, the black and white, the ugliness and beauty
Are the repairing man okay?
Do the black hand still have an umbrella?
The eyes are deep with passion;
The joy is intoxicated by poetry
The dawn just like
The dazzling blue ears.
a.m. November 15th, 2017,first draft
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