dove
Isha
In my level vista
A white pigeon
Pass through the skyrocketing fire
Keep flying
Fly into a blackbird
Maybe it's just a shadow of it
Its soul
In flying perhaps ashes
It also maintains the shape of the pigeon
Still flying high
Sangu Shi after reading
A philosopher once said that writing poetry is also an exercise of death.
When I read this poem, I almost set it aside because of its simplicity of composition and poetic intricacies. But when I suddenly realized that perhaps the poet was engaged in a life-transcendent exercise, I suddenly developed a reverence for the poem.
The poet chooses the dove as a witness to the poem among thousands of things, rather than an eagle and a moth, or any other creature, which shows that the poet has his deep intentions. The dove is a symbol of purity, peace and beauty. The psalmist gives spirit and flesh to a dove, that it may represent him, to realize his flight in the sky or realm he has not yet reached, so as to achieve his ideals, his actions, or his adventures.
Looking up at the sky, "in my level view, a white pigeon" was flying. The poet discovered that the sky was not a calm road, and that the soaring fire was a bump he had to pass through. We thus see a pigeon flying in battle, swallowing a storm full of sky in misery.
On a carefully unfolded piece of white paper, we see both the cannonball of the poet's idealism and the cannon fodder of realism. The dove as a cannonball marches in the sky of the poet's carefully selected words, and the "blackbird", "shadow", and "ash" we see, these fluttering substances, these cannon fodder that fall from reality, tragically present the pain and sacrifice of the dove.
How breathless, how determined and magnificent!
In order to achieve the flight of freedom and high--"continue to fly", "continue to fly", "still fly high", the poet did not hesitate to kill a pigeon. What is even more shocking is that "maybe the ashes will also maintain the shape of the pigeon".
This "shape" is the poet's inner interpretation and pursuit. At the same time, it also gives this pigeon a spirit that never dies.
A pigeon bathing in fire, piercing the back of the paper, is still flying, flying...
About the author
Isha, formerly known as Wu Wenjian, is a famous contemporary poet, writer, critic, translator and editor. Born in 1966 in Chengdu, Sichuan. He graduated from the Department of Chinese of Beijing Normal University in 1989. He has written more than 20,000 poems and published 124 works, translated and edited. He has won the Chinese Poetry Prize of the Henry Ruth Foundation, the Asian Poet Award in South Korea, and dozens of poetry awards in China. Invited to attend the 16th Naishe International Poetry Festival in Sweden, the 38th Rotterdam International Poetry Festival in the Netherlands, the 20th Aldeburgh International Poetry Festival in the United Kingdom, the 50th Struga International Poetry Festival in Macedonia, the 2nd, 3rd, 4th and 5th Qinghai Lake International Poetry Festival in China, the 2nd Macao Literature Festival, the writers-in-residence of the Vermont Creation Center in the United States, the resident writers of the Meadow Arts Center in Austria, the recitations and seminars held by the University of Arizona in the United States, and the readings and seminars held by the Austrian Two Universities and One Journal. World Poetry Day 2021 Online International Poetry Festival and other international exchange events.
Read poets
Sangu Shi, a lover of poetry, read poetry as her habit, has her paradoxes and subjectivity, and likes to read poetry from a folk perspective, or from his point of view. If you see, and catch up with the day when her words are out of tune, please understand.