Cao Dong was born in Wusheng, Guangan, Sichuan Province, in January, 1971. He has published works in various journals including The People's Literature, Chinese Prose, Sichuan Literature. He won the 16th Bingxin Prize for Children's Literature and the 12th Sichuan Daily Prize for Literature.
Edgar Dive studied at the London School of Economics and Political Science, and the Australian National University. His poems and translations appeared in a number of literary journals including Poetry Selected, Epoch Poetry Quarterly, Chien Kun Poetry Quarterly, Poetry Sky, Yuan Yang. He lives in Hong Kong.
Rather thin, the crowds on the streets
Wearing their old expressions, are dabbed
Before dusk with a layer of illusory powder by tempo
The weeds of desire run wild in cracks
In front of a rusty
Department store, there're hanging shadows
Constantly dropping two or three heaving sighs
The newcomer to the city stands at the top
Like a whale setting out on a journey, his body is somber
And his heart moist
He knows that ants transport dusk on the ground
Only night, its sharp edges shining
Can trim this world neat
Awakened in the depths of night,
I hear footsteps resolutely leaving.
my disheveled youth —
old days that curdle together.
I hear a woodcutter's axe flying in the murky woods.
The lowering moonlight is in shatters. Chips
of wood fly off my flesh.
I'm changing, becoming lighter and lighter;
what's left of me are only ruins...
In my bodily room, many lights
are burning. As I pace lightly
they will sway
with spongy shadows, gnawing some pains
I go to work and leave work, cram into buses
And schmooze the leaders. It's been ten years
Only when alone, will I gingerly open it
and check the lights one by one to see
which of them have gone out