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Friday, February 21, 2014
Thursday, February 20, 2014
Silence
When you stay silent
like the night sky
And your eyes glisten and
Glimmer like the distant stars
I will be here by your side
The lonely shore waiting
For the evening tide.
Where you go in the dakrness
of your night I am always here
forever waiting,
The Moon waiting for his bright Sunshine
My love is not like an echo
That demands a reply
I love you because I love you.
There is no other reason why
like the night sky
And your eyes glisten and
Glimmer like the distant stars
I will be here by your side
The lonely shore waiting
For the evening tide.
Where you go in the dakrness
of your night I am always here
forever waiting,
The Moon waiting for his bright Sunshine
My love is not like an echo
That demands a reply
I love you because I love you.
There is no other reason why
My heart is made of stone - morning poetry
Touch me there and see if I care
My heart is made of stone
I am immune to despair
(Stuff I write in the morning)
My heart is made of stone
I am immune to despair
(Stuff I write in the morning)
Friday, November 8, 2013
The Dead Soldier's talk by Ha Jin
The Dead Soldier’s Talk
In September 1969, in a shipwreck accident on the Tuman River, a young Chinese soldier was drowned saving a plaster statue of Chairman Mao. He was awarded Merit Citation 2, and was buried at a mountain foot in Hunchun County, Jilin.
I’m tired of lying here.
The mountain and the river are not bad.
Sometimes a bear, a boar, or a deer
comes to this place
as if we were a group of outcast comrades.
I feel lonely and I miss home.
It is very cold when winter comes.
I saw you coming just now
like a little cloud wandering over grassland.
I knew it must have been you,
for no other had come for six years.
Why have you brought me wine and meat
and paper-money again?
I have told you year after year
that I am not superstitious.
Have you the red treasure book with you?
I have forgotten some quotations.
You know I don’t have a good memory.
Again, you left it home.
How about the statue I saved?
Is it still in the museum?
Is our Great Leader in good health?
I wish He live ten thousand years!
Last week I dreamed of our mother
showing my medal to a visitor.
She was still proud of her son
and kept her head up
while going to the fields.
She looked older than last year
and her grey hair troubled my eyes.
I did not see our little sister.
She must be a big girl now.
Has she got a boy friend?
Why are you crying?
Say something to me.
So you think I can’t hear you?
In the early years
you came and stood before my tomb
swearing to follow me as a model.
In recent years
you poured tears every time.
Damn you, why don’t you open your mouth?
Something must have happened.
What? Why don’t you tell me!
By Ha Jin
This poem originally appeared in The Paris Review, #101, Winter 1986.
The Haircut
When we quarreled last time
you promised to give me a special haircut.
Yesterday you fulfilled your word
by shaving my head bald.
You could not straighten your body
and laughed until tears came to your eyes.
How proud you were
while telling your friends
about the masterwork at home!
Our daughter laughed too.
She laughed,
for her daddy’s head was shining like a bulb.
In fact, I also laughed at myself,
for when I lost my first love
I shaved my head the same way.
In our town everybody sighed and shook his head
seeing me walking in the streets
without my dark curly hair
except the girl I loved
who laughed and loved my haircut.
Ha Jin
In September 1969, in a shipwreck accident on the Tuman River, a young Chinese soldier was drowned saving a plaster statue of Chairman Mao. He was awarded Merit Citation 2, and was buried at a mountain foot in Hunchun County, Jilin.
I’m tired of lying here.
The mountain and the river are not bad.
Sometimes a bear, a boar, or a deer
comes to this place
as if we were a group of outcast comrades.
I feel lonely and I miss home.
It is very cold when winter comes.
I saw you coming just now
like a little cloud wandering over grassland.
I knew it must have been you,
for no other had come for six years.
Why have you brought me wine and meat
and paper-money again?
I have told you year after year
that I am not superstitious.
Have you the red treasure book with you?
I have forgotten some quotations.
You know I don’t have a good memory.
Again, you left it home.
How about the statue I saved?
Is it still in the museum?
Is our Great Leader in good health?
I wish He live ten thousand years!
Last week I dreamed of our mother
showing my medal to a visitor.
She was still proud of her son
and kept her head up
while going to the fields.
She looked older than last year
and her grey hair troubled my eyes.
I did not see our little sister.
She must be a big girl now.
Has she got a boy friend?
Why are you crying?
Say something to me.
So you think I can’t hear you?
In the early years
you came and stood before my tomb
swearing to follow me as a model.
In recent years
you poured tears every time.
Damn you, why don’t you open your mouth?
Something must have happened.
What? Why don’t you tell me!
By Ha Jin
This poem originally appeared in The Paris Review, #101, Winter 1986.
The Haircut
When we quarreled last time
you promised to give me a special haircut.
Yesterday you fulfilled your word
by shaving my head bald.
You could not straighten your body
and laughed until tears came to your eyes.
How proud you were
while telling your friends
about the masterwork at home!
Our daughter laughed too.
She laughed,
for her daddy’s head was shining like a bulb.
In fact, I also laughed at myself,
for when I lost my first love
I shaved my head the same way.
In our town everybody sighed and shook his head
seeing me walking in the streets
without my dark curly hair
except the girl I loved
who laughed and loved my haircut.
Ha Jin
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
It takes so long to forget
An embrace for a season may take a lifetime of winters to forget.
A kiss from a lover's lips makes an eternity seem like a short breath.
@ YMC October 2013
A kiss from a lover's lips makes an eternity seem like a short breath.
@ YMC October 2013
Why (draft)
I miss you
I wish I didn't but I do.
I remember we once met
We made love
And at some point after I fell in love with you.
It was our conversation, your company that touched my heart
The more I got to know you the more I wanted to be with you.
Perhaps the opposite was the same with you.
I don't know.
I don't know because you won't write back.
I wish you would say something
Tell me why
What did I do wrong?
Will I see you again?
Love is so fleeting
Forgetting takes so long.
You now seem like a dream I had a long time ago.
A good dream
But a dream that is fading.
Not a day goes by without my thinking of you.I browse through my memories like a child re-reads his favorite story book.
Mesmerized at the special pages.
Whispering out the words.
Memory is such a cruel thing
It won't let me forget you.
But I fear you are indifferent to my affection, even my being.
I wish I didn't but I do.
I remember we once met
We made love
And at some point after I fell in love with you.
It was our conversation, your company that touched my heart
The more I got to know you the more I wanted to be with you.
Perhaps the opposite was the same with you.
I don't know.
I don't know because you won't write back.
I wish you would say something
Tell me why
What did I do wrong?
Will I see you again?
Love is so fleeting
Forgetting takes so long.
You now seem like a dream I had a long time ago.
A good dream
But a dream that is fading.
Not a day goes by without my thinking of you.I browse through my memories like a child re-reads his favorite story book.
Mesmerized at the special pages.
Whispering out the words.
Memory is such a cruel thing
It won't let me forget you.
But I fear you are indifferent to my affection, even my being.
Tuesday, October 1, 2013
My love for you is undaunted by your silence (draft)
with appreciation to pablo neruda...
I am undaunted by your silence
It is like the night sky
Beautiful, full of mystery,
I am undaunted by your silence
It is as though you were asleep in my bed
And you cannot speak
I am undaunted by your silence
It is as if you were far away
And my voice does not reach you.
I am undaunted by your silence
It is as if you do not know the right words to say
And you are thinking.
I am undaunted by your silence
It is as if you are weeping and cannot speak
And I am on the other side of your door.
Let me come to be still in your silence
To gaze into your mystery
To watch you as you sleep
To draw near to your faraway place
To find the right words to say
To open your door.
I am undaunted by your silence
It is like the night sky
Beautiful, full of mystery,
I am undaunted by your silence
It is as though you were asleep in my bed
And you cannot speak
I am undaunted by your silence
It is as if you were far away
And my voice does not reach you.
I am undaunted by your silence
It is as if you do not know the right words to say
And you are thinking.
I am undaunted by your silence
It is as if you are weeping and cannot speak
And I am on the other side of your door.
Let me come to be still in your silence
To gaze into your mystery
To watch you as you sleep
To draw near to your faraway place
To find the right words to say
To open your door.
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