酷我-北美枫

[星子]

Kate Rogers teaches at the Community College of City University, Hong Kong. Her poetry about the Hong Kong protests has appeared in The Guardian and the Asia Literary Review. Other publication credits include the Kyoto Journal, ASIATIC: the Journal of English Language and Literature at the Islamic University of Malaysia, Contemporary Verse II, Orbis International, and Many Mountains Moving. Kate’s previous books are City of Stairs (Haven 2012) and Painting the Borrowed House (Proverse 2008). She is co-editor of the OutLoud Too anthology (MCCM 2014) and Not A Muse: the inner lives of women (Haven 2009).


Another Spring
after Tz’u poet Li Ch’ing Chao (1084-1115)

Winter is someone grown
needlessly thin.
Standing by the window
as the light fades
I slide a bangle from
my bony wrist,
but I’m slow
to shed all my ornaments,
hesitate to close the shutter.
The old tree outside hums
with early, drunken bees.
Plum blossoms decorate
a withered twig.


Fox Spirit’s Lament

At dawn I bring a banana leaf basket
to the Nine Officer Temple,
remove my heart
which is too full of water,
and place it on the altar.
The Sing Song women who worship here
love warriors, pray for the power
of ghosts, to float over a lover’s garden
unafraid of the wind.

I pray to become real,
write poems about clouds and rain
with the white tip of my tail.
Only at dusk can I leave
my orange pelt in the trapper’s noose.
It is easier to wander
without my heart. Its drum beat
of yearning won’t follow me
into my officer’s bed.
Warriors do not rest well.
After the downpour I take
only the smallest sips
of his sleeping breaths
so he won’t recall his dreams.



White Birds
After Tang poet, courtesan Yu Xuanj

The white wings
of my letters
labour between us.
So far for a bird to travel
through cloud-shredding wind.

When I think of your mountain winter,
Father, I put on another robe.
You harden like the trees,
freezing so the sap
barely flows to your heart.
Will your fingers be too stiff
to read my mail?
Perhaps it only feeds your fire.

No birds return to the south
this spring, but willows
cast fresh lines in the river.
I have fished
in this wandering current
for many years.
The trout rise from deep water.
Your answer does not arrive.


from Kate's upcoming book "Foreign Skin" （2015）

Aeolus House Publishers
www.aeolushouse.com

Kate wishes to join us for the Chinese and Canadian Poets Reading event, however she will return to Canada in July. Her new collection Foreign Skin includes poetry influenced by Tang era poets, such as Li Po, and Yu Xuanji, the Tz'u poet Li Ch'ing Chao (1084-1115), Lady Ban of the Western Han and other Classical Chinese poets.
You are welcome to attend her book launch at Art Bar (Toronot) July 28th
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[[ANNA]]

Kate Rogers teaches at the Community College of City University, Hong Kong. Her poetry about the Hong Kong protests has appeared in The Guardian and the Asia Literary Review. Other publication credits include the Kyoto Journal, ASIATIC: the Journal of English Language and Literature at the Islamic University of Malaysia, Contemporary Verse II, Orbis International, and Many Mountains Moving. Kate’s previous books are City of Stairs (Haven 2012) and Painting the Borrowed House (Proverse 2008). She is co-editor of the OutLoud Too anthology (MCCM 2014) and Not A Muse: the inner lives of women (Haven 2009).


Another Spring
after Tz’u poet Li Ch’ing Chao (1084-1115)

Winter is someone grown
needlessly thin.
Standing by the window
as the light fades
I slide a bangle from
my bony wrist,
but I’m slow
to shed all my ornaments,
hesitate to close the shutter.
The old tree outside hums
with early, drunken bees.
Plum blossoms decorate
a withered twig.


Fox Spirit’s Lament

At dawn I bring a banana leaf basket
to the Nine Officer Temple,
remove my heart
which is too full of water,
and place it on the altar.
The Sing Song women who worship here
love warriors, pray for the power
of ghosts, to float over a lover’s garden
unafraid of the wind.

I pray to become real,
write poems about clouds and rain
with the white tip of my tail.
Only at dusk can I leave
my orange pelt in the trapper’s noose.
It is easier to wander
without my heart. Its drum beat
of yearning won’t follow me
into my officer’s bed.
Warriors do not rest well.
After the downpour I take
only the smallest sips
of his sleeping breaths
so he won’t recall his dreams.



White Birds
After Tang poet, courtesan Yu Xuanj

The white wings
of my letters
labour between us.
So far for a bird to travel
through cloud-shredding wind.

When I think of your mountain winter,
Father, I put on another robe.
You harden like the trees,
freezing so the sap
barely flows to your heart.
Will your fingers be too stiff
to read my mail?
Perhaps it only feeds your fire.

No birds return to the south
this spring, but willows
cast fresh lines in the river.
I have fished
in this wandering current
for many years.
The trout rise from deep water.
Your answer does not arrive.


from Kate's upcoming book "Foreign Skin" （2015）

Aeolus House Publishers
www.aeolushouse.com

Kate wishes to join us for the Chinese and Canadian Poets Reading event, however she will return to Canada in July. Her new collection Foreign Skin includes poetry influenced by Tang era poets, such as Li Po, and Yu Xuanji, the Tz'u poet Li Ch'ing Chao (1084-1115), Lady Ban of the Western Han and other Classical Chinese poets.
You are welcome to attend her book launch at Art Bar (Toronot) July 28th
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[anna]

We are glad to have Heather Roberts Cadsby join us and she will read Kate's poem Another Spring for Li Ch’ing Chao... which reminds me of my poem: For Li Qing Zhao (published first in Rice Pager, then on Eastlit in Thailand.

http://www.eastlit.com/eastlit-august-2014/eastlit-august-2014-content/still-life-two-poems/


I also have a poem about "Fox Love" which is in my book "Inhaling the Silence".


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Anna Yin

《爱的灯塔-星子安娜双语诗选》
<Nightlights> <Seven Nights with the Chinese Zodiac> ...

http://annapoetry.com

[[星子安娜]]

We are glad to have Heather Roberts Cadsby join us and she will read Kate's poem Another Spring for Li Ch’ing Chao... which reminds me of my poem: For Li Qing Zhao (published first in Rice Pager, then on Eastlit in Thailand.

http://www.eastlit.com/eastlit-august-2014/eastlit-august-2014-content/still-life-two-poems/


I also have a poem about "Fox Love" which is in my book "Inhaling the Silence".


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---------------------

Anna Yin

《爱的灯塔-星子安娜双语诗选》
<Nightlights> <Seven Nights with the Chinese Zodiac> ...

http://annapoetry.com

[anna]

Just got Tammy Ho's message and congratulations on her first collection of poetry:

http://chameleonpress.com/hulahooping/



Tammy Ho Lai-Ming's first collection has been fifteen years "between pen and press". The poems, cross-cultural and personal, paint a broad canvas from love to language, and family to politics. Hula Hooping is a valuable addition to the growing corpus of Hong Kong poetry in English.

"Tammy Ho's first book of poems marks the heart-felt, enigmatic, sassy, unapologetically socially engaged voice of an emergent generation that Hong Kong has long waited for." ~ Shirley Geok-lin Lim
Commonwealth Poetry Prize and American Books Awards winner
Research Professor, University of California, Santa Barbara

"These poems are allusive and elusive. Goethe, Chuang Tzu, Nabokov, the wind, text messages, money. Yet there is a tenderness and sometimes stunning directness." ~ Lucas Klein
Lucien Stryk Translation Prize winner, 2015 PEN Translation Prize judge.

http://www.asiancha.com/
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Anna Yin

《爱的灯塔-星子安娜双语诗选》
<Nightlights> <Seven Nights with the Chinese Zodiac> ...

http://annapoetry.com

[[星子安娜]]

Just got Tammy Ho's message and congratulations on her first collection of poetry:

http://chameleonpress.com/hulahooping/



Tammy Ho Lai-Ming's first collection has been fifteen years "between pen and press". The poems, cross-cultural and personal, paint a broad canvas from love to language, and family to politics. Hula Hooping is a valuable addition to the growing corpus of Hong Kong poetry in English.

"Tammy Ho's first book of poems marks the heart-felt, enigmatic, sassy, unapologetically socially engaged voice of an emergent generation that Hong Kong has long waited for." ~ Shirley Geok-lin Lim
Commonwealth Poetry Prize and American Books Awards winner
Research Professor, University of California, Santa Barbara

"These poems are allusive and elusive. Goethe, Chuang Tzu, Nabokov, the wind, text messages, money. Yet there is a tenderness and sometimes stunning directness." ~ Lucas Klein
Lucien Stryk Translation Prize winner, 2015 PEN Translation Prize judge.

http://www.asiancha.com/
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Anna Yin

《爱的灯塔-星子安娜双语诗选》
<Nightlights> <Seven Nights with the Chinese Zodiac> ...

http://annapoetry.com

[anna]

非馬藝術世界 The Art World of William Marr[url]
http://feima.yidian.org/[/url]


非马，原名马为义，美籍华裔，威斯康辛大学核工博士，在美国从事能源研究工作多年。着有中英文诗集二十一种，散文集三种及译着多种。主编《朦胧诗选》丶《台湾现代诗选》等。曾任美国伊利诺州诗人协会会长，为芝加哥诗人俱乐部成员。



William Marr， a Chinese-American, has published 21 volumes of poetry, most of them in his native Chinese language, and several books of translations. His poems have appeared in over one hundred anthologies and textbooks and have been translated into over ten different languages. He is a member of Chicago Poets Club and a former president of the Illinois State Poetry Society.



看划龙船
非马 作

如果鼓声是龙的心跳
那几十支桨该是龙的脚吧

鼓，越敲越响
心，越跳越急
脚，点着水
越走越快越轻盈

而岸上小小的心啊
便也一个个
咚咚 咚咚 咚咚
一起一落
一起一落

爸爸们！请牵牢你们孩子的小手
说不定什么时候
他们当中会有人
随着龙的一声呼啸
腾空而起



DRAGON BOAT RACING
by William Marr


if those drumbeats are the heartbeats
of the dragons
then the wooden paddles must be their feet

the drums, banging louder and louder
the hearts, pounding faster and faster
the pace of the feet, tapping on the water
becomes quicker and more graceful

and the little hearts on the shores too
boom boom
rise and fall
boom boom
rise and fall

O fathers! Please hold on to the little hands
of your children
not sure when some of them
will soar to the sky
following the roar of a dragon



端午沱江泛舟
──凤凰游

非马 作

闪闪烁烁的记忆
仍在时间之流随水灯冉冉漂荡
我们的眼睛
早已迷雾弥漫
如今夜略带寒意的江面

白天敲击我们心胸的砰砰鼓声
终於停歇
万桨激荡的水波
也渐趋平静

朦胧的星光下
依稀有两只鸳鸯
或野鸭
在那里交颈蜜语

莫忘今宵


NIGHT CRUISE ON RIVER TUO,
DRAGON-BOAT FESTIVAL, 2002

by William Marr



While our memory is still flickering and drifting
with the water lamps in the stream of time
our eyes are already filled with fog
like the chilly surface of tonight’s river

The drumbeats pounding our chests all day
are finally silent
waves stirred up by the thousands of paddles
have also calmed

Under the hazy starlight
a couple of mandarin ducks
are chattering and necking

don’t forget tonight

端午
非马 作


照例
一只只龙舟
争先恐後
出去
照例
一只只龙舟
垂头丧气
回来

找遍了
所有的大江小河
湖沼沟渠
找遍了
那水花一溅後
一下子便过去了两千多年
且看样子还会绵绵下去的
时间之流
就是不见踪影

或许
我们该
循江入海
或许
我们并不真的知道
屈原的模样

DRAGON BOAT FESTIVAL

by William Marr


Routinely
dragon boats
dart out
one after another
Routinely
dragon boats
drag themselves back
one after another

They have been searching
large rivers, small waterways
lakes, ponds, and even ditches
They have been searching
the stream of time
from that instant of splash
that occurred over two thousand years ago
to the foreseeable future
There is just no trace of him

Perhaps
we should
follow the river into the ocean
Perhaps
we don't really know
what does Qu Yuan look like
_________________
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Anna Yin

《爱的灯塔-星子安娜双语诗选》
<Nightlights> <Seven Nights with the Chinese Zodiac> ...

http://annapoetry.com

[[星子安娜]]

非馬藝術世界 The Art World of William Marr[url]
http://feima.yidian.org/[/url]


非马，原名马为义，美籍华裔，威斯康辛大学核工博士，在美国从事能源研究工作多年。着有中英文诗集二十一种，散文集三种及译着多种。主编《朦胧诗选》丶《台湾现代诗选》等。曾任美国伊利诺州诗人协会会长，为芝加哥诗人俱乐部成员。



William Marr， a Chinese-American, has published 21 volumes of poetry, most of them in his native Chinese language, and several books of translations. His poems have appeared in over one hundred anthologies and textbooks and have been translated into over ten different languages. He is a member of Chicago Poets Club and a former president of the Illinois State Poetry Society.



看划龙船
非马 作

如果鼓声是龙的心跳
那几十支桨该是龙的脚吧

鼓，越敲越响
心，越跳越急
脚，点着水
越走越快越轻盈

而岸上小小的心啊
便也一个个
咚咚 咚咚 咚咚
一起一落
一起一落

爸爸们！请牵牢你们孩子的小手
说不定什么时候
他们当中会有人
随着龙的一声呼啸
腾空而起



DRAGON BOAT RACING
by William Marr


if those drumbeats are the heartbeats
of the dragons
then the wooden paddles must be their feet

the drums, banging louder and louder
the hearts, pounding faster and faster
the pace of the feet, tapping on the water
becomes quicker and more graceful

and the little hearts on the shores too
boom boom
rise and fall
boom boom
rise and fall

O fathers! Please hold on to the little hands
of your children
not sure when some of them
will soar to the sky
following the roar of a dragon



端午沱江泛舟
──凤凰游

非马 作

闪闪烁烁的记忆
仍在时间之流随水灯冉冉漂荡
我们的眼睛
早已迷雾弥漫
如今夜略带寒意的江面

白天敲击我们心胸的砰砰鼓声
终於停歇
万桨激荡的水波
也渐趋平静

朦胧的星光下
依稀有两只鸳鸯
或野鸭
在那里交颈蜜语

莫忘今宵


NIGHT CRUISE ON RIVER TUO,
DRAGON-BOAT FESTIVAL, 2002

by William Marr



While our memory is still flickering and drifting
with the water lamps in the stream of time
our eyes are already filled with fog
like the chilly surface of tonight’s river

The drumbeats pounding our chests all day
are finally silent
waves stirred up by the thousands of paddles
have also calmed

Under the hazy starlight
a couple of mandarin ducks
are chattering and necking

don’t forget tonight

端午
非马 作


照例
一只只龙舟
争先恐後
出去
照例
一只只龙舟
垂头丧气
回来

找遍了
所有的大江小河
湖沼沟渠
找遍了
那水花一溅後
一下子便过去了两千多年
且看样子还会绵绵下去的
时间之流
就是不见踪影

或许
我们该
循江入海
或许
我们并不真的知道
屈原的模样

DRAGON BOAT FESTIVAL

by William Marr


Routinely
dragon boats
dart out
one after another
Routinely
dragon boats
drag themselves back
one after another

They have been searching
large rivers, small waterways
lakes, ponds, and even ditches
They have been searching
the stream of time
from that instant of splash
that occurred over two thousand years ago
to the foreseeable future
There is just no trace of him

Perhaps
we should
follow the river into the ocean
Perhaps
we don't really know
what does Qu Yuan look like
_________________
---------------------

Anna Yin

《爱的灯塔-星子安娜双语诗选》
<Nightlights> <Seven Nights with the Chinese Zodiac> ...

http://annapoetry.com

[anna]

The River’s Stone Roots: Two dozen poems by Tu Fu, Translated by By James Deahl (Serengeti Press,2005 )
Reviewed by Anna Yin

http://poets.ca/2013/06/10/the-rivers-stone-roots-two-dozen-poems-by-tu-fu-translated-by-by-james-deahl-serengeti-press2005/
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Anna Yin

《爱的灯塔-星子安娜双语诗选》
<Nightlights> <Seven Nights with the Chinese Zodiac> ...

http://annapoetry.com

[[星子安娜]]

The River’s Stone Roots: Two dozen poems by Tu Fu, Translated by By James Deahl (Serengeti Press,2005 )
Reviewed by Anna Yin

http://poets.ca/2013/06/10/the-rivers-stone-roots-two-dozen-poems-by-tu-fu-translated-by-by-james-deahl-serengeti-press2005/
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Anna Yin

《爱的灯塔-星子安娜双语诗选》
<Nightlights> <Seven Nights with the Chinese Zodiac> ...

http://annapoetry.com

[anna]

Three Dragon Day by David Tait

http://sabotagereviews.com/2015/06/30/three-dragon-day-by-david-tait/
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Anna Yin

《爱的灯塔-星子安娜双语诗选》
<Nightlights> <Seven Nights with the Chinese Zodiac> ...

http://annapoetry.com

[[星子安娜]]

Three Dragon Day by David Tait

http://sabotagereviews.com/2015/06/30/three-dragon-day-by-david-tait/
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Anna Yin

《爱的灯塔-星子安娜双语诗选》
<Nightlights> <Seven Nights with the Chinese Zodiac> ...

http://annapoetry.com

[coviews]

will post more

[[来喝茶喽]]

will post more

[anna]

The Chinese Man
by Laurence Hutchman


In the afternoon
the old Chinese man
kneels in a garden.

The sunlight flickers,
a golden tapestry on the red wall.

Jazz from an old film echoes;
a broken leaf falls.

He feels for a single nail,
sets it on the wood,
hammers straight as thought.

Resolute he is,
the golden tapestry on the red wall.

Poem by Laurence Hatchman



中国男子
Poem by Laurence Hutchman
translated by Anna Yin

下午
一位中国老年人
跪在花园里。

阳光闪烁，
金色织锦挂在墙上。

爵士乐从老电影传出;
一片碎叶落下。

他感觉到一颗钉子，
安置它在木头上，
锤打念想笔直。

他很坚决，
金色织锦在红色的墙壁上。

video for the readings

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wokPRs-mC5Y
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Anna Yin

《爱的灯塔-星子安娜双语诗选》
<Nightlights> <Seven Nights with the Chinese Zodiac> ...

http://annapoetry.com

[[星子安娜]]

The Chinese Man
by Laurence Hutchman


In the afternoon
the old Chinese man
kneels in a garden.

The sunlight flickers,
a golden tapestry on the red wall.

Jazz from an old film echoes;
a broken leaf falls.

He feels for a single nail,
sets it on the wood,
hammers straight as thought.

Resolute he is,
the golden tapestry on the red wall.

Poem by Laurence Hatchman



中国男子
Poem by Laurence Hutchman
translated by Anna Yin

下午
一位中国老年人
跪在花园里。

阳光闪烁，
金色织锦挂在墙上。

爵士乐从老电影传出;
一片碎叶落下。

他感觉到一颗钉子，
安置它在木头上，
锤打念想笔直。

他很坚决，
金色织锦在红色的墙壁上。

video for the readings

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wokPRs-mC5Y
_________________
---------------------

Anna Yin

《爱的灯塔-星子安娜双语诗选》
<Nightlights> <Seven Nights with the Chinese Zodiac> ...

http://annapoetry.com