This poem is taken from PN Review 187, Volume 35 Number 5, May - June 2009.Five Modern Chinese Poems by Zang Di, Sun Wenbo, Bai Hua
This beautiful spinach hasn’t once
hidden you in its green shirt.
You have never worn
any green shirts at all.
You avoid this kind of image -
yet I can clearly remember
your silent flesh resembled
a seed at its apex.
Why does spinach look
do I know you will think
this question, but won’t ask it?
Washing spinach, I feel
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