My Home

by Xue Di

My Home
Translated by Wang Ping & Keith Waldrop

My home brings grapes to harvest
A warm afternoon my
wife, like a tender red fox
reaches her slender hand
into my chest, full of music

The windows are acrawl with bees
Flowers bloom in every word
My wife bustles, dressed in red, bangs the
screendoor in the bright sunshine…

I sit in a bronze chair
listening to roots roar away in the garden
and a drop of water seeping into a rock
A bird, far
off in my thought
cries