Biography of Joan Xie
Joan Xie, poet, translator, attorney, born in Shanghai where she attended Shanghai Jiaotong University, majoring in industrial engineering. She came to the United States in 1988 to study. In 2000, after receiving an MBA and J.D., she established her law practice in New York City, specializing in immigration law. Xie is a prolific writer of poetry and essays, both in English and Chinese, as well as a poem translator from both languages. Her works include Half-Century Journey (2015) , Looking Back (2016) , Nothing Made Me Happier than Finding These Objects (2018) , Thirteen Leaves: The Selected Poems of Contemporary Chinese Poets (2018) , Walk with the Wind (2019) . An award-winner at the 2017 First Moganshan International Poetry Festival in China, her works are collected into various analogies and appear in many literary magazines. She is also deputy editor of International Poetry Exchanges.
Joan Xie's Works:
Half-Century Journey (2015) , Looking Back (2016) , Nothing Made Me Happier than Finding These Objects (2018) , Thirteen Leaves: The Selected Poems of Contemporary Chinese Poets (2018) , Walk with the Wind (2019) .
Joan Xie Poems
You Don't Need To Remember
You certainly don't need to remember my smile, often I don't smile, nor do you need to remember my tears for I'd never cried in front of people
Back Seat In A Cab To Somewhere
He glances at me in the mirror razor-sharped his glance in the back mirror He who sees me knew the naked me
Is It The Love
Is it the love that sweetened the air That the sense lengthened the timeshare Is it your presence lightened my steps
Water, you flow with one oxygen two hydrogen Up, to the peak of my thoughts, the tip of my tongue, you flow, for the sake of flow,
To My Inner Child
Come, my child Lay your weary head on my lap Let the longing overtake you As you enter the menopause.
Love After Love: Reading Derek Walcott
The time will come. When with sudden revelation, You will write an apology letter to each of by-gone lovers At your great moment of epiphany
I often wonder how to catch a dream, Sitting Bull knows, Usain Bolt knows, they all seem to know. High hang the hoops trimmed by smoked leather, Those flowing feathers, from eagles and crows,
Moving man refuses to move my orange tree. I'm willing to pay more money
February silence A dead kind of silence. In a deserted parking lot, blizzard just passed.
Walk With The Wind
Leaving home in the morning I walk with the wind. Tie my tongue to the dawn For a song is already in the steps.
I text-messaged him come collect me He did not come
Mother is a tree dark and luminous when summer arrives all the birds fly to her, sing to her
Interpretation Of A Dream
I was driving the Beetle while you on your motorcycle, following me like a lightning bolt chasing
It Is Time
It is time. Time for winds to flutter a flag. Time for grass to repossess the grassless land.
On tiptoes, everyone. waiting, looking into
a black hole.
The lights in the tunnel, a well-done omelet.
The wind from the tunnel, a low throating song.
Occasionally, a loud call thrills
as if a suspension bridge jerks free from its bondage,
or a sharp knife is plunging into a glass owl.
What to come?
Our throbbing hearts tiptoed,