Jiang Haizhou (1960—) was born in China and he graduated the University of English Education. He has been writing poetry since 1976 and he writes poetry both in Chinese and English now. He has won several poetry prizes in China. more »
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Jiang Haizhou Poems
AN ANCIENT MNASTERY IN THE REMOTE MOUNTA...
A broken ancient bell is spinning a broken cobweb and has trapped one butterfly, one blue moth and also several small winged insects
A Monachal Cloud
Freedom is farther away than far, But just beside you. --Sanyuan forewords
A day is just like the sun From the sky, With flying birds, and Clouds in many uncanny ways.
Is it the bean curd getting him fatty? No. It's the towel gourd in the summer, the balsam pear, wax gourd, and squash On the way to the green grocery shopping,
Being back and forth- - - there is always only one home; if you bear with such brambles, then you have kept
ORANGE, MOON, BUTTERFLIES AND MORE
The Cantus of the Infinitely Compassiona...
Back home (the quanta) , wife and kids are not there; step out (the metagalaxy) , don’t know where should live in… -Noted by the Cathayan lad
The Undisguised Winter, at night
God has been left- He himself is going down on his knees In front of his own alter And prays, through a cup of ice water,
An Old Man
An old man has been sitting there in the shade of a big green camphor tree for all the afternoon. In back of him, there is an ancient temple, much older than him, without doors and windows. Inside of it, there is a sexless Bodhisattva looking at the view of the old man's back all the time.
A Letter to the United Nations
The green olive branches can not be seen, The struggle which has been continuously escalating Makes the mouldy planet have a fever again. Plumes of the peace birds turn into secret homicidal weapons.
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AN ANCIENT MNASTERY IN THE REMOTE MOUNTAINS
A broken ancient bell
is spinning a broken cobweb and has trapped
one butterfly, one blue moth and
also several small winged insects
in the night breeze, feelinglessly
they are playing on their own swing……