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Post by Changming Yuan on Sept 21, 2007 19:49:01 GMT -5
when i wake up
and open my eyes
i see all my dreams
bounced back from the frames
.
when i take a shower
and start to sing
i taste my song tart
behind the blurring curtain
.
when i strive to step
out of my humble house
i feel fences quarreling hard
in the whole neighborhood
.
when i visit around and
do some blind sightseeing
i smell blood stained
along the castle foot
.
finally i flee from this world
and hide myself far away
i still seem to hear
the glaring cries from the great wall
.
delicately hung is this earth
a bluish cage in the universe
.
First appeared in the London Magazine (Aug./Sept. 2006).
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Post by The Velvet Claw on Oct 1, 2010 9:18:07 GMT -5
when i strive to step
out of my humble house
i feel fences quarreling hard
in the whole neighborhood
.
when i visit around and
do some blind sightseeing
i smell blood stained
along the castle foot
.
finally i flee from this world
and hide myself far away
i still seem to hear
the glaring cries from the great wall
.
delicately hung is this earth
a bluish cage in the universe
.
I should have read this earlier on. This was exactly what I was trying to point out to Messr Schaefer previously under "Citizenship of Evil". For us huayi or Overseas Chinese, it seems that there is no escape from the fact that we will forever remain foreigners in a distant land, especially now so that we have been cut off from Greater China culturally, morally, spiritually, and -- dare I say it -- linguistically. I've been thinking of it of late, especially now that racial tensions in my country -- Malaysia -- have started developing an anti-Chinese bent. I don't know what to do. Even today, I sense that I should not be saying these things. |
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