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[anna]

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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]]

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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]

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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]]

http://www.griffinpoetryprize.com/see_hear_poetry.php
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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]

http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0151003785/thegriffintru-20#reader_0151003785
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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]]

http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0151003785/thegriffintru-20#reader_0151003785
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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]

Rising Dust

The physiologist says I am well over
half water.
I feel, look, solid; am
though leaky firm.
Yet I am composed
largely of water.
How the composer turned us out
this way, even the learned few do not
explain. That’s life.

And we’re in need of
more water, over and over, repeatedly
thirsty, and unclean.

The body of this earth
has water under it and
over, from
where the long winds sough
tirelessly over water, or shriek around
curved distances of ice.

Sky and earth invisibly
breathe skyfuls of
water, visible when it
finds its own level.

Even in me?
Kin to waterfalls
and glacial lakes and sloughs
and all that flows and surges,
yet I go steadily,
or without distillation climb at will
(until a dissolution
nobody anticipates).

I’m something else besides.
The biochemist does not
concern himself with this.
It too seems substance,
A vital bond threaded on an
as-if loom out there.
The strand within
thrums and shudders and twists.
It cleaves to this
colour or texture and
singles out to a rhythm
almost its own, again,
anticipating design.

But never any of us
physiologist or fisherman
or I
quite makes sense of it. We
find our own level

as prairie, auburn or
snow-streaming, sounds forever
the almost limitless.

From Concrete and Wild Carrot, by Margaret Avison
Copyright &copy; Margaret Avison, 2002
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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]]

Rising Dust

The physiologist says I am well over
half water.
I feel, look, solid; am
though leaky firm.
Yet I am composed
largely of water.
How the composer turned us out
this way, even the learned few do not
explain. That’s life.

And we’re in need of
more water, over and over, repeatedly
thirsty, and unclean.

The body of this earth
has water under it and
over, from
where the long winds sough
tirelessly over water, or shriek around
curved distances of ice.

Sky and earth invisibly
breathe skyfuls of
water, visible when it
finds its own level.

Even in me?
Kin to waterfalls
and glacial lakes and sloughs
and all that flows and surges,
yet I go steadily,
or without distillation climb at will
(until a dissolution
nobody anticipates).

I’m something else besides.
The biochemist does not
concern himself with this.
It too seems substance,
A vital bond threaded on an
as-if loom out there.
The strand within
thrums and shudders and twists.
It cleaves to this
colour or texture and
singles out to a rhythm
almost its own, again,
anticipating design.

But never any of us
physiologist or fisherman
or I
quite makes sense of it. We
find our own level

as prairie, auburn or
snow-streaming, sounds forever
the almost limitless.

From Concrete and Wild Carrot, by Margaret Avison
Copyright &copy; Margaret Avison, 2002
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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]

Pale Blue Cover

In the middle of the night Matt would fly to Vancouver so
he could take a walk on the sea wall the next day, then
go home.
Wouldn’t tell anyone, no telephone call, just run a scene
through his peculiar Ontario head, no snow on that
beach.
No one can imagine Matt teaching religion at McMaster,
Matt eyeing math in a Bay Street shop window.
Here’s the man expecting every book to be break-
through to best seller Toronto, Spanish doctors
couldn’t even do it.
English patients could do it, Spanish doctors, get out of
town. Spanish girls, you can forget it.
Matt was planning to write a hundred novels, line them up
like matched jewelry, strike a shovel into the heart of
bony Canada.
Mix a metaphor, wrestle a fish in a northern river, propel
prose like nobody’s business, business had nothing to
do with it.
In the middle of the day Cohen was a wry anglo saxon
typing on a rocky farm, two thousand words before
supper.
Remain wry, people like me catch you lost in thought down
there at the other end of the table, face turned to the
corner with imagination in it.
We remind ourselves of this undreamable sephardic rock
agriculturalist, shovel bouncing off some kind of
precambrian anapest.
He really thought he could get across Canada, get over the
twentieth century, pick the whole country up and turn
it over.
No one will ever know what he was thinking on the red-eye,
patriot satyr grin on his lip.

From Changing on the Fly, by George Bowering
Copyright &copy; 2004 by George Bowering
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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]]

Pale Blue Cover

In the middle of the night Matt would fly to Vancouver so
he could take a walk on the sea wall the next day, then
go home.
Wouldn’t tell anyone, no telephone call, just run a scene
through his peculiar Ontario head, no snow on that
beach.
No one can imagine Matt teaching religion at McMaster,
Matt eyeing math in a Bay Street shop window.
Here’s the man expecting every book to be break-
through to best seller Toronto, Spanish doctors
couldn’t even do it.
English patients could do it, Spanish doctors, get out of
town. Spanish girls, you can forget it.
Matt was planning to write a hundred novels, line them up
like matched jewelry, strike a shovel into the heart of
bony Canada.
Mix a metaphor, wrestle a fish in a northern river, propel
prose like nobody’s business, business had nothing to
do with it.
In the middle of the day Cohen was a wry anglo saxon
typing on a rocky farm, two thousand words before
supper.
Remain wry, people like me catch you lost in thought down
there at the other end of the table, face turned to the
corner with imagination in it.
We remind ourselves of this undreamable sephardic rock
agriculturalist, shovel bouncing off some kind of
precambrian anapest.
He really thought he could get across Canada, get over the
twentieth century, pick the whole country up and turn
it over.
No one will ever know what he was thinking on the red-eye,
patriot satyr grin on his lip.

From Changing on the Fly, by George Bowering
Copyright &copy; 2004 by George Bowering
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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]

http://www.griffinpoetryprize.com/see_hear_poetry.php?t=7

I just read George Bowering's book "left Hook".... I like it. Cheers!

Today I also read Scott Griffin's story. I like it and will borrow the whole book to read.

I never know that I once worked so close to his company. I worked in the GE's headquarter office in Mississauga which is five minutes walk to GSK. I alway wondered what that company was.

Hope one day I will meet Scott Griffin and many other poets.
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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]]

http://www.griffinpoetryprize.com/see_hear_poetry.php?t=7

I just read George Bowering's book "left Hook".... I like it. Cheers!

Today I also read Scott Griffin's story. I like it and will borrow the whole book to read.

I never know that I once worked so close to his company. I worked in the GE's headquarter office in Mississauga which is five minutes walk to GSK. I alway wondered what that company was.

Hope one day I will meet Scott Griffin and many other poets.
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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