The Still Vase - Zou Shengnian / 作者/邹胜念
Because my heart is restless, / this vase cannot be still. / It is a vessel waiting to break and / shatter me and / condemn the flowers and / expose the lie that lies beneath / all bounded beauty. /
Tres Orillas
Love Dance - Zhao Si / 赵 四
Those weary faces are my face, too; / those hopeless hearts, all my heart; / those struggling people struggle inside me; / this tattered world is the clothing I also have to wear; / but earthly happiness fails to satisfy my desiring soul. /
Pont Marie - Lan Lan / 蓝 蓝
Beyond Pont de la Tournelle, / enough green bookstalls / for André Breton's disputations, / now locking up at dusk. /
The Smallest Horse - Xi Du / 西 渡
The smallest horse / I put you in my pocket / The smallest horse / You are the moonlight / Blown out by my bride at our wedding /
Death of a Butterfly - Tian Yuan / 田 原
In glorious autumn sunshine / My busy steps were brought up short / By a butterfly I nearly crushed underfoot / At first I thought she was resting by the road / I bent down for a look / Only to find her breath had ceased /
Your Voice Strikes My Heart like a Piano Key - Zhao Lihong / 赵丽宏
The world is accessible in fact / Roads and paths leading in all directions / A free mind can cross / Any physical and artificial estrangements / Reach the other side, reach the desert / Reach a glacier, and reach a foreign land /
A Morning of Writing - Yao Shiqing / 姚时晴
Clean and clear language appears. On a white wall. Writing black fonts. Write down black Arabic numerals. Hour hands and minute hands. Language just shuttles in and out with the ticking of the syllables.