About the Fight Against the Pandemic - An Liang / 安 谅
On the winter land, a huge crow descended. / It was silent, like a ballet dancer dancing on the tips of her toes. / But the flapping of its wings had already rumbled like thunder. /
Poesía china
Mr. Zhong Nanshan’s Monologue - Gong Xuan / 龚 璇
I must go to Wuhan, to show / my sword to the magic bacteria / surging in the dark, and let the sharp / blade dipped with liquid medicine mop up / the desire of the coronavirus. /
Poetry Useless - Dong Qing / 冬 青
As the dry loess plateau is reluctant to turn green / With what can the surviving plants grow again?! / They are more eager to be bright than ever! / I still have unfinished writings, shivering / in this wretched long dead silence /
Listen to the Tree - Gao Hongbo / 高洪波
Stick tightly to the big tree / Stick to the chest of the son of the forest / Listen to the monster with branches and leaves shaking / And see if it is raving, raving. /
To Wuhan - Xiao Shui / 肖 水
The South is sinking, and the great river like / an electric current crossing in surge // The mud on lotus is sliding down the ladder / The shards of moonlight clinging to the rice paddies /
The Song of Historical Beauties - Zhai Yongming / 翟永明
Sitting in a tea garden with a friend one day / Our talk turned to Kaiyuan and Tianbao / That gilded age / Those days of chaos and strife /
From Akhmatova's Window - Wang Jiaxin / 王家新
In Petersburg, / the Akhmatova museum, / fourth floor of "The Fountain House". / As if passing Hell's fourth circle halfway down, / I behold the dark grove beyond the window, / in its trees a half-hidden Siren, /