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from HUNGRY CHINA  SPRING  Song of Wisdom  Autumn  After the Power Failure  Self 


from HUNGRY CHINA

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I see Hunger watching at every house door,
Or else, his contented brother, Crime.
Nowhere could we escape from the staring
Of his eyes, the eyes of our valuable education.

Gradually he is coming between us, my dear,
For good nature can never hold his steps.
Our every weakness is being tried, I am giad-
Till Fear transforms us into stones.

Far off, he looks like our unflinching Ideal,
And now he comes with a punitive long face,
To put forth a feature daily in the newspapers
Too searching, too painful, to keep our attention for long.

And presently, my dear, sinking the ground under us,
He is shaking our thin and wearied bodies,
As if pressing for a spark of fury or whirlwind
To break out floating helplessness.

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Cruelty is born out of our heart,
He calls down light, and he creates the world.
He is your wealth, he is my safety,
He is the female charm, and a good breeding.

While young he hid himself in our love,
And by our repeated weepings is he sought out.
Henceforth he becomes popular and current like a coin,
He has written history, and he is the great man today.

All our careers are merely his career,
And there in the heart of Success lies his shrine.
The lower he is kicked, the higher he rises:
He is charity, glory, high speeches, and the smiling face.

Althought nobody would reveal his name,
All our light is come out of his light;
And when we breathe daily in the smell of his dust,
Ah, the heart's shivers-- what life! what death!

 
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SPRING

Green flame flickers across the grass,
Aches to embrace you, flower.
Struggling from soil,
Flowers stretch,
As warm breezes bring sorrow, or joy.
If you're awake, push open the window ,
See how lovely are the desires that fill the garden.

Under blue sky, bewitched by eternal mysteries,
Our bodies lie tightly-clasped, twenty years old,
Like ceramic birdsongs;
You are enflamed, curling again and again,
But unable to find a final destination.
O light, shade, sound, hue�0�3�0�9all are stripped naked,
Enduring pain, waiting to enter new combinations.


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Song of Wisdom

I have reached illusion's end
In this grove of falling leaves ,
Each leaf a signal of past joy ,
Drifting sere within my heart.

Some were loves of youthful days�0�3�0�9
Blazing meteors in a distant sky ,
Extinguished , vanished without trace ,
Or dropped before me , stiff and cold as ice .

Some were boisterous friendships ,
Fullblown blossoms , innocend of coming fall .
Society dammed the pulsing blood ,
Life cast molten passion in reality's shell .

Another joy , the spell of high ideals ,
Drew me through many a twisting mile of thorn .
To suffer for ideals is no pain ;
But oh ,to see them mocked and scorned !

Now nothing remains but remorse�0�3�0�9
Daily punishment for past pride .
When the glory of the sky stands condemned,
In this wasteland, what colour survive ?

There is one tree that stands alone intact ,
It thrives , I know , on my suffering's lifeblood .
Its greenshade mocks me ruthlessly !
O wisdom tree ! I curse your every growing bud .


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Autumn

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The sky presents an intense azure ,
Like a drunkard restored to his senses;
The streets are noisy as ever , bustling ,
But shrouded in the still cool of autumn .

Summer long the trees rioted ,
But now have fallen pensive , as if ruminating
Past fantasies , indignations , ambitions ;
They philosophize , cascading a carpet of yellow leaves .

The fields are immaculate ;
The land has cleared its debts ;
Grain is stored in granary , soil rests ;
Nature sighs , a cool refreshing breeze.

The shadows of Death have not yet begun to fall .
All is calm and bright , radiant and rich .
The floating clouds commune with the river ;
They too would share the joy of living .

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You , who bend beneath the burden of so many years ,
Come rest beside this reedy pond .
Farther in the distance a grey mist
Silently conceals journey's end .

In this mansion built by the sun ,
Even your worries are a part of his works ;
Rest with him awhile , chat with the sun ;
He is now a kindly old man .

Once you could read his every passion and impulse
In the wild life and vibrant colours of the earth .
Now only the chirr of crickets remains ,
Memories of green days , smiles of sere leaves .

This is the tender farewell before his long journey .
Soon his words will be fading , withering .
Why clutch this armful of green shade ?
Why will you not let the leaves drift on the wind ?

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First the struggle , dissolution of ice and snow ;
Then the birth-agony of spring drouht ;
Until , emerging from the awesome waves of summer rain,
This river flows at last into the tranquillity of autumn .

Like crops in the fields
That have drawn their nourishment from sunlight and soil ,
I too am ripening , after climbing slope upon slope ,
Having survived so many falls and perils .

In thundering , electrified skies , in forest flames ,
Leaves and birds and insects have grown ,
Have (like me) triumphed in life .
Together we constitute an autumn chorus .

Ah, just when babbling streams , dancing trees ,
Fragrant crops unfold within my mind ,
Stern winter transmits its ultimatum
In this tranquil , autumn haven .

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After the Power Failure

The sun was fine , but it was down .
I turned on the light and went on working as before ,
Thinking to have driven out the night ,
And offering private thanks to civilization .
Suddenly , darkness triumphed ,
And the good old world went out .
But I took courage and lit my small candle .
The room thus lit , I continued working ,
Without losing heart , but longing twice as much for the sun.

Next day , I awoke to brilliant daylight ,
Found my candle still standing on the desk .
I examined it : the wax was spent ,
And tears ran down on either side .
I knew then how many gusts of wind it had
Survived that one night .
Gratefully I put it aside ,
Paying silent tribute to this miniature graveyard .

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Self

Not knowing which world to call home ,
He chose an arbitrary tongue and creed ,
Pitched an improvised tent on sand .
Beneath the canopy of a little star ,
He began his heart's commerce with things :
was that the real me ?

By chance on his long trek he encountered an idol ,
Assumed the semblanceof a worshipper ,
Calling these men friends , those men enemies ,
Deploying emotions in their appropriate places .
The little shop of his life throve :
was that the real me ?

After a spell of prosperity he went broke ,
As if he had toppled his own dynasty .
The world cold-shouldered him , ridiculed him , punished him ,
And yet all he had lost was his crown .
Lying awake at night he brooded :
was that the real me ?

Meanwhile another world was posting bills for a missing person .
His disappearance surprised the vacant room
Where another dream was waiting for him to dream ,
And numerous rumours were ready to give him a shape
Hinting at an unwritten biography :
was that the real me ?


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