Tag Archives: Changming Yuan

Fragile, Archaic China

They listen to you Surprisingly Which china are you talking about? They wondered Which china are you talking about? You certainly know If you please…one accosted you Which china on the rise? He demanded You are referring to the ‘sleeping … Continue reading

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Winter Willow

What a strangely familiar blizzard That has blown your bare body To the far end of the prairie Standing stiff at the still cliff You listen to the muted monologue of the valley With all your hardened heart Then and … Continue reading

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Autumn Sketch

between two sharp chest ribs       of an isolated birch skeleton             dusk-dyed and wind-carved       hung still on an invisible wall comes to perch an ageing crow       whose bold beak holds a cold             and pale prophesy old       with all withered leaves palette-cut … Continue reading

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