Su Yun's - Poetic cycle (Prepared by Angela Kosta)
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SU YUN - CHINA
Su Yun , Whose real name is Chen Ruizhe, he is a 16-year-old poet. He is the member of the Chinese Poetry Society. His works have been published in more than ten countries, including the poetry collections "Spreading All Things" and "Wise Language Philosophy" in China, and the poetry collection "WITH ECSTASY OF MUSING IN TRANQUILITY" in India. He won the 2024 Guido Gozzano Apple Orchard Award in Italy.
Literature is deserted, but there are people who keep on warming up
RAIN WINDOW
Raindrops, escaping the wipers
Crystalize my window
Through this crystalline veil
I divine my destined path
Rising from the pondside path to the distance
Floating from the lifted wheat stalks to the village
Where churches and ancient houses stand
Where chimes echo and rain-kissed windows glisten
Starting from inside the house
Opening rain-drenched windows one by one
My footsteps unlike droplets from branches
Cannot create ripples in puddles
My silhouette unlike roadside grass
Cannot embrace the rain so wholly
Yet I long to push open one more rain window
Stepping into a new world.
DREAM OF JOURNEY
Even when awakened
I still sway within the carriage
Moments ago
We journeyed away from our destination
No transition from asphalt to soil
No final tree before the turn
Only distant wild grass and patchwork paths
And the simplest things in the countryside
Yellow wheat, dry channels, and sycamore trees
Mountains not chosen, rivers not included
My heart finds peace on this journey
With a trustworthy driver and myself
We have a destined stop
Indeed, we pause in a new village street
Through the shopfronts, I see clearly
Banquets of strangers under the lights
Meeting friends from my hometown
In an instant
We begin our return, I guard time closely
Bidding farewell to friends, offering banquet wishes
And the ordinary fields along the way
Sparkling before my wandering eyes
I strive to memorize all I see
As it swiftly fades into distance
I've always known I'm dreaming
Walking an endless road
Yet filled with familiar matter
Until I open my eyes, beginning to miss
All that I left behind there
Never to return but emerges hazily.
MOUNTAINS TEARS
Behold the unwithered
Not clinging to life through affliction
But growing true to their nature
Should winds assail the slopes
They stand, unwavering shields
Observe the withered
Not untimely perished
But exiting with rhythmic grace
Should rains pierce the soil
They face fragmentation fearlessly
Perhaps a desiccated tree's millennia-old lament
Swallows the mountain's verdant stoicism
Perhaps a lone grassroots future ember
Ignites the ground's seasonal unfurling
Ultimately, your chiseled facade
Erodes, bearing your mournful whispers
Your preserved tears
No longer seek recompense
For the droplets shed adorning trees and igniting grass
DWARF
The giant and dwarf traverse the tunnel
The giant bows his head
As does the dwarf
Though limited in vision
He fancies his stature immeasurable
Lofty beyond compare
Exiting the tunnel
The giant's destination is strikingly clear
Mere bends remain, he muses
The dwarf laments mountains ahead
Both fall into a river's grasp
The giant must raise his head
The dwarf follows suit
The giant seeks salvation
The dwarf gulps water greedily
The giant swims toward the discovered driftwood
While the dwarf...
Becomes forever the beast fed by his arrogance
CORNER
From my east-west view of the street
I've long been content with my prayers for the sky
The rainbow I see should stretch far
The sunset I see should glow crimson
When I stand in a corner upstairs
North and south passages unfold
The rainbow spans great lengths
But now sea and sky ripple in concert
The sunset burns scarlet
Yet lingering light dances on hidden currents
Some rejoice on distant slopes
Where I see sandbars
They perceive vast bays
Where I observe still waters
They witness surging waves
From my corner perch
I share post-rain skies with others
Those further from worldly dust
Behold scenes more vibrant still
It's not a lack of imagination
Just an unawareness of the wonders in sight
WHISPERS OF EARTH
Gossamer dances with falling plumes
I inscribe emerald tendrils from depths
He gestures toward that distant realm
Where scattered seeds embrace earthen home
Little birds seek your ethereal trace
Words unspoken in tempest's embrace
Carried forth in mulberry's gentle fold
I too embark on this searching grace
Each careful step in clay below
Slowly buries thorns of yesterday's woe
Red berries sleep in Earth's sweet embrace
Black storks rise from lotus waves aglow
Soaring beyond creation's highest peaks
Vanishing into the poplar forest
Slowly, beginning from the temple
All melts into distant shadows
Dissolving into unreachable heights
Whispers between Earth and white meteors
Prepared by Angela Kosta Executive Director of the Magazines: MIRIADE, NUANCES ON THE PANORAMIC CANVAS, BRIDGES OF LITERATURE, journalist, poet, essayist, publisher, literary critic, editor, translator, promoter
