By Monica Gunning
I pass between lions
guarding what's inside:
bound gems to open,
endless words that sparkle.
I read till…
guarding what's inside:
bound gems to open,
endless words that sparkle.
I read till…
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- By Wen GuTranslated By Wang PingRain breaks on black rocks
Stars fall, one by one, on blue stones
A thousand years, ten thousand years… - By XiwaTranslated By Wang PingWe believe in our soul
More so than our visible, touchable flesh
We believe in our soul, as if we had … - By Liang PingTranslated By Wang PingNaked is a good word
That must not be desecrated.
The heart doesn’t hide dirt,
So it can beat free till… - By Zhai YongmingTranslated By Wang PingMidnight someone whispered at my ear:
I’m awake, but you’re still sleeping
The world runs like a tiger… - By Yu JianTranslated By Wang PingA glorious day—sunlight on everything
A white rock shines in the Vermont woods
That’s Joe Brainard’s grave… - By Ye ZhouTranslated By Wang PingPlease bring a light
Into the grotto cave, please don’t forget
To bring a handful of barley.
Please plant… - By Chi LechuanTranslated By Wang PingOne white, one red, one black
Three horses are drinking at the riverbank
They drink at their own pace,… - By EnkehadaTranslated By Wang PingAt dawn, my dreams are torn
Looking through the cracks
I see a painting
Of a camel as big as an elephant… - By Li JianjunTranslated By Wang PingOne morning in summer
I came upon a valley
With a school of horses
Sheep, larks, and ninety-nine apricot… - By GuangziTranslated By Wang PingThe flowing river, running a thousand li
I’ve been standing on its shore, in a daze
Time rushes forward… - By Yuan XinTranslated By Wang PingA little lane, 220 meters long, 6.3 meters wide.
Twenty-six years ago, I biked past the west side of … - By A’ErTranslated By Wang PingIt rises from the desert into clouds
It sinks into the river of eternity
Time can’t wash away
Its short… - By River 瑩瑩 Dandelionyou had to know the currents, & the sun
stay shallow to keep warm in the waters.
you had to believe you… - By River 瑩瑩 Dandelionwe wore watermelon husks to hide
lost cargo floating east to hong kong
water lilies & crickets our last… - By Nathanael JonesWe paint all these rooms white without ever questioning the reasoning behind the labor. This fractured…
- By Nathanael JonesHow a barn owl is never just a single barn owl.
Judgment lapsing into echo, collective
elastic pulling… - By Nathanael JonesA shallow depth of field produces flames in a dimmed distance, harlequin patterned jit or juke, footwork…
- By Nathanael JonesAt another work site in a sister borough, a neighbor hears me coughing and tells me she has been having…
- By Nathanael JonesIn this song a drum takes itself apart. To keep pace move along tracks, dissolve into the points where…