YANG Mu, “The Flames of War” and “An Inkling of Poetry”
- When the sun rose from the sea, shining through the windowpanes onto the clean floor, the room was filled with a fresh and delicate fragrance.
- At the far end of the streets running west to east you could see the deep blue sea, which was smooth and gentle like a silk curtain hanging below a sky of the same deep blue color. At the opposite end of the streets was the highest mountain range, rising abruptly several thousand meters, from Mount Sanbalakan in the north winding south to Mount Qijiaochuan, beyond which, and even higher, stood Mount Botuolu, Mount Liwuzhu, and Great Tailuge Mountain. At the far periphery, and in your imagination, you could cearly see Mount Dumou, Mount Wuling, Mount Nenggao, and Mount Qilai.
- typhoon
- earthquake
- (the poem on pages 87-89)
YANG Mu, “Gazing Up”
I hear an echo like the
waves, as I count on memory, sitting for a long time
Infinite serenity and an equal amount of remorse, I lift my head
to gaze upon eternity, the bluish clouds of great stillness, extending
to fill the space between our heaven and earth––
its prevailing spirit, which I have emulated for years, never
changes, as it looks back at me with a clear, beautiful glance
at how I stand with respect, silent and alone
aging and weak, like a catkin willow
Yang Mu reads this part in this documentary clip
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