Love Manifesting Itself Like Stars (Group Poems)by/ Hua Wanli Tr./ Qi Fengyan Poem by WorldPoetry USNB

Love Manifesting Itself like Stars (group poems)
By/ Hua Wanli
Tr./ Qi Fengyan


⊙ Night Coming Little by Little

In an oval garden, sitting on a long wooden chair,
I am in symmetry with pain,
Wordless with the sunset.

The moon needs no waiting,
It rises up whitely by itself, a tree of fragrans trapped in the wine.
She will not tell me about the jade bed and its amorous atmosphere,
While I want to plead the silver light to quench the storm in my kidney.

Over there, at the place a bit far away,
Love manifests itself like stars.
Streams rippling, cherry flowers shining, worms singing,
There is spring in the depth of darkness.

She is chanting beside the evening Albizzia: "When she is drunk, you may
Feed her with butterfly's tears."
I have no cups, but I am as sober as the day.
I know the time, the place and what's happening.

The night magpie is chirping, but the sound is not that of the ancient music.
I am still caught in silence, like an old house with all doors locked,
Only thinking: How to rear six crickets
In a cage of poetry.


⊙ Reading Szymborska

In Polish poetess Szymborska's poetry anthology, under her photo,
Two lines read:
"I prefer the absurdity of writing poetry to that of not writing poetry."
Oh, my heart, stricken directly by the maxim,
Wakes me up from the absurd! This is the moment when the sky is cloudless,
This is the moment when marigolds are chaotic,
Pale, and fading.
Suddenly I fall in love with thorns, and the smell of truth,
Especially, that of Szymborska's
Tough style,
Which smells like commas, like epitaphs.


⊙ My Illness Half Healed Like an Amatory Poem

Take pills with coffee.
How does it feel? Can you, in a limpid bird song,
Drink bitter wormwood soup? When my illness
Is half healed like an amatory poem,
Most words are fully cured.
Tears roll like her fragrant beads of Buddha's nature.
I, unexpectedly,
Can't help but sigh.
Dreams come or not come,
It is not important.
Oh, my heart is wrapped in fragrance,
Peach flowers are in my bone seams, and melancholy
Has been cracked three times.


⊙ Once Again the Sky Circling in My Eyes

An eagle is flying.
Once again the sky circles in my eyes.
Although it is dusk,
There is hardly any light left,
Its wings still look sharp, like two sharp blades.
Splitting forests,
It emancipates out of the canyon a village
Of lamps like charcoal fire basins.



About the author:
（ 华万里）Born in Chongqing, Hua Wanli is a member of China Writers Association. He has won many honors such as the first and the second Sichuan Province Literature Awards, Chongqing Literature Awards,2013 Annual Poet Award of the Star, the first He Qifang Poetry Award, and the first Liu Bowen Poetry Award. Hispoetry and biography have been recorded in more than 200 kinds of selection anthologies and dictionaries. Some of his poems have been translated and introduced into foreign countries. He has published poetry anthologies such as Exclaiming Gently, Don't Touch My Roaring Waves, Pomegranate Horse and A Colorful Sparrow. He is the member of the first Youth Glancing Back organized the Poetry Journal. His prose has been honored the first Chongqing Prose Award.