Modern Poetry｜Diary of a Milan Cemetery

Diary of the Milan Memorial Cemetery

I have never seen a cemetery like this

Sculptures are connected with the dead

I see an expression we've lost

Suddenly it opened everywhere

Some of them lowered their eyes and covered their chests, while others raised their necks in contemplation.

Some hold their heads and bend their knees

Some sat down under the tree in despair

Some lie on the corpse of their lover

I was about to cry, but kept silent...

I see a thousand sorrows, ten thousand affections

Make the mountains and fields of wildflowers, the heat and the rain are tailored for them

The sublime is an anonymous orphan

The face can be every face

Depressed speechless, condensing all human nature

but indescribable

For us this is the past

This is the future for the elderly

I'm pretty sure we're on stage

frozen stone statue

even stand idly by myself