Iron Goddess of Winter by Stevens Han (the beginning after the end read novel .txt) 📖

I am seeing what you wanted to forget.
Now jump down high, and rise up low,
to see if the bottom of love is too high
or the height of departure is too low.

"Shall we go now?
Thank you for coffee today."


A Winter Chair on the Lake

The forest of birch trees on the lakeside
mulls over the white beard falling in flurry.
Its smile sways in the faint light and slurs
in the pellets of the winter’s silent departure.

I always linger and lounge on the winter lake.
My footsteps sneak in too calm to see solitude.
Slowly I mumble her name on the blue lips
like a red grouse in the corner, soundless.

"Let me make a sweet mistake this winter.
I may not see any footsteps on the memory.”
A silent voice twirls her rigidity in the infinity.

O My bamboo barge! Rise and raise your rigid neck
and bite the hoarse snowing sounds on the ice.

My ferryman, Sharon, slap his hands on the icy back
and stir his slow shadows on the blue icy lake.
His long beard blows his fiery white breath.
White birds stop and see his flowing river in doubt.

We are all empty chairs sleep on the lonely raft,
white quilted under the pale snoozy moonlight.
Winter chairs recline into our boundless hearts,
on the serpentine raft, flowing for the next journey.

We are all bamboo rafts, stuck on the winter lake.
Our silver spoons were long lost in the snow stirps.
Sharon’s cold hands jerk over the tremors of silence.
He shouts, “Let's stand on the shadow of silence!”

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Publication Date: 12-06-2009

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