Scissors Poem by Feipeng Shang

Translated by Yiyan Han (c)
2008-01-22 (last modified 2017-12-31)


At a particular angle
Dawn or dusk, preferably noon
Scissors can cut through all in one go
One such cut will give birth
To a drove of divine horses
The wild and restless horses
Gallop on your endless grassland

The sound of scissors I hear
Much like the broken whisper in my thick hair
To search for the lost youth and future dreams
Scissors walk like the tune of music
Heavy snow falls silently at midnight
And covers your soft and smooth naked body

Happy scissors are a piece of sharp music
Playing in my heart, the same way as I miss you
O, my restless hands
Where do they want to hold out
To reach your swinging bosoms, waist and hips
To touch your firm and proud yellow earth plateau

You cut me into a wolf, flaming and howling
In a flock of pure white sheep, I hunt
And look for a mate of love at first glance
O, a stray lamb indeed falls into my bosom
From then on, a number of offspring are born

You cut me into an eagle
And let me fly freely in the blue sky
Crossing over lakes, rivers and seas
O, over a hundred centuries
You come and look for me
O, your flowers open for me
You're the wintersweet, emitting sweet scent
To please me again and again

I use my violin to play music for you
I use my body to play music for you
It's you that are my violin
And the most beautiful rhythm of mine
We make love in the living womb
And a tiny spark ignites the conflagration of life

The dream of scissors occurs every night -
The sparkling scissors are whispering
The sparkling scissors are shedding tears
The sparkling scissors are angry
The sparkling scissors are waking up
The sparkling scissors are fluttering in the storm

When entering the body of scissors
The thrill of scissors is my thrill
The sorrow of scissors is also my sorrow
Wherever there're scissors there is me
Wherever there're scissors there is flaw
Scissors are the nemesis of brightness and darkness

Scissors are a weapon in woman's hands
A twin of knife. All the problems
Are solved wherever she goes
Scissors are a sword in my heart, applauded
By the masses wherever she comes out
As she always stands on the side of justice

The bum of scissors is smooth and round
She lies down in the other end
Of the bed with striking elegance
With bending thoughts,scissors make love
As her face turns crimson. Scissors
Are willing to sleep on the tip of knife
And she's a good woman, always staying silent
Before opening her heart

Scissors are ripe
Like a bunch of grapes hanging from a vine
Secret words are engraved
On the straight back of scissors
Scissors begin to sing, and her style of dance
Is the nation's woe and happiness
Of thousands of years

Scissors, O, scissors
Please open your unceasingly closing lips
I want you to say what you dare not say
I want your repressed heart to beat freely
I want to dig a grand river of torrents
On your chest full of dust

O, scissors
Please sing in my hands
Please run in my blood like oxygen
Let the bell of dawn ring out
The asleep enchantress and shining blades
Of life, and sow the slender and graceful happiness
On a wild plateau

Scissors are my mother. Your broad chest
And bosoms full of holy water
Like the ocean that nurtures me to grow
Mama, my thirsty hair is crying
O scissors, please let me swim in your milk
Please let the homeless soul
Wander in the front of your window

The high tide of scissors
Penetrates the rusty castle, deeper and deeper
And gushes out on to the vast land
O, scissors, pure, simple, and fearless
Like a maiden, your crystal clear eyes
Are shining as two tranquil lakes

Scissors, O scissors
You are cool as a beauty
Scissors that reach the fairyland
Emit blue light, and stand up to devils
Are the scissors that I long for
The naked scissors as that in my dreams
Endure pain and sore

Scissors in my heart guide me
To find the scissors of truth
The body of scissors, and the blades
Are the precious metals in my fate
O, scissors that lie down or stand up with me
Are the scissors that let me go hell or heaven

A pair of scissors held in woman's hands
Turn soft like colourful ribbons dancing in the air
No matter how soft and tender, scissors are scissors
O, scissors, passionate, impulsive and keen
Please cut me into pieces