{"id":13973,"date":"2021-12-15T08:16:34","date_gmt":"2021-12-15T06:16:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=13973"},"modified":"2021-12-15T08:16:34","modified_gmt":"2021-12-15T06:16:34","slug":"poems-by-changming-yuan-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=13973","title":{"rendered":"poems by Changming Yuan"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>A Love-Thought: for Qi Hong<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>This yearning burns my marrows into itchy bubbles<\/p>\n<p>Till\u2026 my innermost being evaporates<\/p>\n<p>With the hot air of feel<!--more--><\/p>\n<p>As stupor overwhelms me<\/p>\n<p>As if hemlock I have drunk<\/p>\n<p>Or meditation that has carried me far away<\/p>\n<p>While my thought sails with the wind<\/p>\n<p>Like a ferry boat left empty<\/p>\n<p>Swinging by itself in an evening storm<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>The Lawn Looks Lush: for Qi Hong<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The lawn looks lush &amp; fresh after last<\/p>\n<p>Night\u2019s rain as he imagines her going to bed<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Across the Pacific. He browses avidly online<\/p>\n<p>Mostly in his mother tongue, imagining her sleeping<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Against another hot &amp; humid night in Zhuhai. He reads<\/p>\n<p>Poems sent to him, imagines how she would touches his big<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Forehead like a wanton when they meet. He does stretching<\/p>\n<p>Exercise in front of his tall window, imagining her hair falling<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Like autumn leaves in his neighborhood. He eats wudong noodles<\/p>\n<p>For lunch, imagining the hometown dishes she will cook for him alone<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>He goes to pee after taking his nap, imagines how she may rise to greet<\/p>\n<p>The morning glows, imagining him getting lost in his imaginations about her<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Whale-Drawing; for Qi Hong<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>He sent her a photo of a whale splashing back<\/p>\n<p>Into the waves of the Pacific, asking her to draw<\/p>\n<p>A picture to use as his wechat head image. &amp;<\/p>\n<p>For a long time she had no idea about how<\/p>\n<p>A whale\u2019s call could reach as far as a thousand<\/p>\n<p>Miles, even beyond a whole continent, but<\/p>\n<p>Only to be heard &amp; understood by a fellow<\/p>\n<p>Whale at 52 hertz, much less about how its tail<\/p>\n<p>Looks like \u2018Y\u2019, the letter his name begins with, &amp;<\/p>\n<p>The title of the best poem<\/p>\n<p>He has ever written<\/p>\n<p>Until he tells her how he has been a human-whale<\/p>\n<p>Swimming lonely against the currents of life, &amp;<\/p>\n<p>How she\u2019d better portray him as Mobi Dick\u2019s relative<\/p>\n<p>Returning to the wild of the sea, with her pencils, in<\/p>\n<p>Her eyes &amp; heart, &amp; how to avoid copyright issues<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Returning to Hometown: for Qi Hong<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>1\/ Jinzhou, October 7: an Episodic Sonnet<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>After celebrating your father\u2019s birthday, you<\/p>\n<p>Went out of your way to see my mother in<\/p>\n<p>Jinzhou as my shadow wife, rather than in<\/p>\n<p>Any other dubious capacity. Though you<\/p>\n<p>Stayed there for 15 minutes only, you left a<\/p>\n<p>Handsome red envelope containing all the<\/p>\n<p>Filialness of a Confucian son on my behalf<\/p>\n<p>Indeed, I may not survive the Pandemic, nor<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Might she hold long enough for me to cross<\/p>\n<p>The Pacific again, but your ad hoc visit gave<\/p>\n<p>Her the best comfort from a daughter-in-law<\/p>\n<p>Yes, she felt sorry she did not take a photo with<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>You, but I assured her to commemorate the<\/p>\n<p>Meeting in a foreign language as she wished<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>2\/ Zhuhai, October 8: a Lover\u2019s Stone <\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>No, no, no, you should not have had a thief\u2019s<\/p>\n<p>Conscience when you went to see my mother<\/p>\n<p>On my behalf, for a heart-stealer is no thief<\/p>\n<p>In the first place<\/p>\n<p>As for the gift of a big stamp<\/p>\n<p>Jade, it was given not to you alone, but to both<\/p>\n<p>Of us, which you can cut into two, one to<\/p>\n<p>Carve into an artist\u2019s seal for you, the other<\/p>\n<p>A poet\u2019s signature for me. More important<\/p>\n<p>From the same piece of jade, they can produce<\/p>\n<p>Gold-like artworks, if used together<\/p>\n<p>Like a philosopher\u2019s stone<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Atmosphere for the Recovery: for Qi Hong <\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>1\/ In the Climate<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Longing of love is a climate of heart<\/p>\n<p>A definition by degrees<\/p>\n<p>Warmth sweating into serenity<\/p>\n<p>Lines of thought bloated into starkness<\/p>\n<p>As if our whole worlds have been woven<\/p>\n<p>Into the one &amp; same artwork<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>2\/ Empty Your Lungs<\/em><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Exhale hard<\/p>\n<p>Exhale every bit<\/p>\n<p>Of darkness<\/p>\n<p>In its gaseous state<\/p>\n<p>Like the malignant cell<\/p>\n<p>In your lungs<\/p>\n<p>Until your feel is burning with desires<\/p>\n<p>For a fulfillment of lighted air, then<\/p>\n<p>You will feel fresh &amp; lighted<\/p>\n<p>As if gaining a new birth inside out<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>For Qi Hong: Setting off Once Again<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>How come I seldom dream<\/em>, you once complain<\/p>\n<p>But before returning to Songzi, where we grew<\/p>\n<p>Up together, you did have one, &amp; one in which<\/p>\n<p>You run after me to catch a last bus at twilight<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>You ask me to interpret this dream, hopefully<\/p>\n<p>Like a fortune teller or Freudian psychologist<\/p>\n<p>&amp; all I have to say is it is an auspicious one<\/p>\n<p>For any fast moving vehicle in a dream means<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>A solid progress in life. Given the way I led you<\/p>\n<p>Closely hand in hand, we\u2019re meant not only to join<\/p>\n<p>Truth in a Platonic relationship, but as a true<\/p>\n<p>Couple eager to get onto the bus to happiness<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Towards Reunion: a Periodic Sentence for Qi Hong<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>At a fairyfly-like moment<\/p>\n<p>On a bushy corner of nature<\/p>\n<p>Preferably under a tall pine tree<\/p>\n<p>In Mayuehe, our mecca or the hilly village<\/p>\n<p>Adjacent closely to the bank of the Yangtze River<\/p>\n<p>With myriad tongues from my hungry innermost being<\/p>\n<p>Each eager to reach deep into your heart, where my soul\u2019s<\/p>\n<p>Fingers could caress every single synapse of your feminine feel<\/p>\n<p>Between the warmth &amp; tenderness of love, across the Pacific &amp; the Pandemic<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019ll join you<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A Love-Thought: for Qi Hong &nbsp; This yearning burns my marrows into itchy bubbles Till\u2026 my innermost being evaporates With the hot air of feel<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1516,77],"tags":[1047,1517,1123],"class_list":["post-13973","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-egophobia-69","category-english","tag-changming-yuan","tag-egophobia-69-70","tag-english"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-3Dn","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13973","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=13973"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13973\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13974,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13973\/revisions\/13974"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=13973"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=13973"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=13973"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}