Fourth Year in Shanghai

Fourth Year in Shanghai

The rain falls.

The thoughts flow.

I am not satisfied

with my condition.

Filled with fire

I keep walking

looking at the children

go to school.

In their red neckcloths

they go their way,

the opposite direction I

and reach no end.


All is over.

What is left

is not worth writing

down on paper.

My past drowned

in the river

 on a Thursday night

in mainland China.

And now I walk

behind the noisy children

going home from school

feeling their future mine.

Ilya Gutner

Ilya Gutner was born in the Soviet Union in Moscow and grew up in New York. Was for a time a PhD student in Slavic Studies at Brown but that soon ceased to be an option. Studies philosophy now in Shanghai, China. Google services make not of one small set of things published with the Ottoman Estate under a collective title, Poem about how to live; something quite childish for Boston University's Clarion magazine; and a long silence gathering up  things to say since then.

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