Poems by Wang Jiaxin





● TRAIN STATION

Train station, the abandoned
Given up to the open, still diffusing
A smell of a train gone far
With wheels turning, rails rusting little by little

But Death had ever collided here
Life is so thirsty that between one train
Of railway carriages and another
It is calling a violent gunplay

It is just like an era, when verbs
Set out one after another, heaps of nouns it unloaded
Getting rusty, and yet adjectives
Are those weeds madly overgrowing between the rails



● STAIRCASE

Everytime
When I tread the dangerous stairway, with slow steps
Circling, and reading
And turn on the light

As if intimating a kind of rite, return
And still drawn step by step
By the staircase in the dark
Simply no more take out my key before the door
But put my hand up

Knocking
As if something waiting for me
Perhaps, in this room
A Myself of many years ago
Would open up the darkness



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Poems by Pang Pei



● Song

There must be wrath and weeping
At the nib of a pen
There must be sorrows
In the ink
There must be pain and loneliness--
Without a word
--In a sheet of paper!



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Poems by Han Dong



● SOMEONE BROUGHT YOU FLOWERS TODAY

Someone brought you flowers today
and you will be happy all day
It seemed the empty vase
had waited for many days
But this day came so unexpectedly
It is only a trifle
to the flower-sender
for her family owns a small garden
and her retired father manages it everyday
but she never sends flowers to others
only because you are friends
can you get this honor
Now the room is filled with the fresh flowers
and you are talking in the inner room
It is a pleasant day today
for someone can still remember you
and you should remember her as well.



● TO DUSK, OR GRIEF

Dusk comes again like this
It nestles close to the glass
Its appearance not lovely as it was last time
I look at it carefully
al the things that move me renmain only you
Yet I can not open my window to let you in
The face of greif is just outside the window
I can not let it in
I will let it stay in stilness
with eyes still holding a bit of grief
That I am as familiar with
as a dog-eared book
and where I folded the leaf with my own hands
There is a photograph I had often read
Today I am reluctant to turn it over
and do not welcome it
so as not to find a place to hide yourself in my invectives




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Poems by Zhang Shuguang



● A SNOWFALL IN OCTOBER

Just snowed in the night. Getting up in the morning
how my footprints look like lines of verse!
they go disorderly, but at last towards somewhere
and this year will end; as well as November sunlight.




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Poems by Yu Xin




● GONE WITH WIND

I can not tell all about myself
including flowers and tranquility
in this fading autumn
a tree dancing its beautiful nude
goes towards me

In june
I can not alter my fate
The mirror in a distant place
evokes the wounds aorund my body
sad and gaudy as flowers
I travel day and night
my horse settles in the ninth song
and you easily settle me down
in a glass of wine of dusk with anxiety



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