Gu He (Beijing)
After two consecutive nights of insomnia writing these words, I looked up as if I saw the light in the sky.
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Final confession
We also have broken walls and roof tiles. Winter night's
The cold darkens the house like a coffin holding you
Making it difficult for the dust to subside, we sit down,
Try to complete your ordinary life with fragments of memories.
Our tears of sorrow are not enough to shake your resurrection,
You have a secret, an understanding and imagination of the world,
Only after you leave in the form of a give-up,
Only then do we repeatedly recall the guilt and indebtedness to you.
In the old childhood years, your nurturing
Like close-fitting clothes, wrapped tightly around our thin ribs,
Bringing the power of light and heat, joy, rebellion, growth—
When I turn back from my business trip and come back to you,
You have come one step ahead of us back to the folds of time.
You say, "Be quiet, let me be quiet, let me."
Forget you in this darkness, and forget yourself
Which one was it. "You don't believe in God,
One with the long night, the candle that illuminates time
How faint. We kneel around you,
Bearded, scrawled, not at all like the child you raise.
But now you have forgiven us and dispersed from it
In the air, identify us one by one.
2019.12.12
A new grave
Rise in a new grave in the middle of a large expanse of old graves
Bury you — in the morning,
The last thing I saw you lying on, Rosin
Haunting coffins. - You so
Weak, with a smooth, stretched face, like a sleeping baby.
After the daughters give you clean water
We were only allowed to see you once (the final goodbye),
Next, the coffin lid is closed, and the earth is safe, as a new person,
You will once again gain at the knees of your father (our grandfather).
Opportunity to rejoice. ...... We kneel before the new grave,
May the elders grace you and the brothers give you endless mercy.
A new grave, like a strange intruder, can be willful
Cancel the thorny basil on the old grave, the desolation that pours in from all sides,
And on an ordinary winter day, replace the virtual peaks.
You lie under the stones and the dirt, exchanging day and night with them,
Breathe in the gas it emits, in my poem
Leave a shadow of dust. This is the Land of Your Promises,
Before you developed Alzheimer's, you landed countless times
The path you envision does not appear to be panicked by your arrival.
- Here you can hear the wind and the flowing water,
Confess to morning and evening what we cannot witness.
And the wreaths and paper veils that cover the top of your grave,
Time will be forgotten, and you can lie there all day,
Wait for us to finally have a moment, knock on your nailed door.
Poet Profile:
Gu He, whose real name is Zhou Lianguo, was born in 1967 in Henan. He began writing poetry and publishing works in the early 1990s, and since 2003, he has moved to Beijing on the banks of the North Canal in Tongzhou. He is the author of a variety of poems, including "Snowy Sunshine", "The Sea Doesn't Think So", "Flowers Are Quiet", "Taking a Tractor to Jerusalem", and the novel collection "Love to the End", some of which have been translated into English, Korean, Portuguese, etc. He won the "Chinese Young Poet Award", "Best Poet Award of "Selected Poems", "Yangtze River Poetics Award" and "Liu Zhang Poetry Award", and was praised by critics as "a typical representative of the rural soul living in the urban civilization in the process of transmutation of modernity, he is based on the contrast between the city and the countryside, painstakingly explores the exit of the modern spirit, and is one of the few outstanding poets who constantly surpass themselves."
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