Poetry by Changming Yuan


Running short of bulbs
I planted some root words instead
Along the fence
Of my heart

All winter
They seemed dreaming under the frozen soil

When the last dews fly away
You will see certain three-colored tulips
Blooming aloud
Towards the early summer sun


Variation A

You are not a mountain range
That can decide how the wind blows
But you can stand firm even in a storm

You are not the moon
That can control when the ocean rises
But you can keep floating in any waters

You are not the earth
That can determine why the seasons change
But you can bear fruit under the sun

The Artist and the Child

Seeing the sculptor working on a piece of wood
The little girl comes up and asks, surprisingly:

“How did you know there is a bird
Hidden in this chunk of wood?”

“I did not know anything to start with
But found it by following my heart, honey.”

“Will the bird fly away when you cut open the cage?”
“Sure, you will feel it flapping its wings in your heart.”

You and Them

First, they looked but without seeing
So, you began to yell in a yellow voice

Then, they listened but without hearing
So, you cooked according to a Chinese recipe

Still, they smelt but without tasting
So, you melt yourself into spring water

Finally, they touched but without feeling
So, you began to tattoo words on your own chest


What kind
Of mirror
Do I have
In my mind
That has
A reflection
Looking in
At a shadow
That has a mirror
Looking in
At the reflection
That shows
Anyone but myself
When I look in
At it

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