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Just Fancy Them
To really stay split between
The two sentiments. To almost
Completely have gone to the far end
To not spill darkness over the horizon
Of mind. To in this manner treat
His only partner. To heavily knock before
Attempting to enter God’s side door
To totally ignore the rules & conventions
To boldly go when no woman
Has gone before. To nobly
Maintain a low profile
With tyrannic pride
To surely & steadily go along. To deeply
Penetrate 1 into 0. To ever yang with yin
Neutralization
High mInd
+
Low point Of Happiness
Yields
Wisdom (or the salt of Earth), &
Water under a bridge
Or
Hardships of life
Plus
Reflections upon experiences
Leads to
Art (?)
& fragments of
Feeling
Pre-Positioning
Among the petals ready to wake up
Beneath the mid-autumn moon
Circa 50 BC. Down a rugged trail
Except when He needed a pen to write
From hilltop to hilltop. In an alphabetic
List where neither g nor h can be
Found. Like j and k. Minus all masks &
Clothing. Near the end of twilight. On the day
When frogs had just lost their voices
Per sight. Qua art. Re: immigration to
Asgardia. Since the breaking up of the soil
Than the relationship between two snow geese
Under the lowest cloud. Via Styx
Within the absence of x, y & z
Two Saying Sonnets on Shadow
1/ Sub-Selfhood
Each self of yours
Is nothing(ness)
But a shadow. Depending on
Whether there’s sunshine, or
Where the sun hangs
Above the landscape, your shadow
Keeps changing itself
Within a shapeless shape
Sometimes shorter, other times longer
Always moving around your proto being
Bloated against light
Under the sun, the moon, or
A lamp deep in the valley
Of darkness surging towards dawn
2/ Cast by a Light
Hiding in a shadow
You cannot complain
Against the unfairness, or
Injustice of the sunlight
On a clear day
Thoughts are the shadows
Of our feelings – always
Darker
Emptier
And simpler
So, keep your face
Ever
Towards the sun, and
Shadow
Will fall behind you
Sonnet Starters: a Found Sonnet
When I have fears I may cease to be
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
I met a traveller from an antique land
Death, be not proud, though some have allowed thee
How do I love thee: Let me count the ways
Let me not to the marriage of two minds
When I consider how my light is spent
Remember me when I am gone away
I have been one acquainted with the night
Sundays too my father got up early
Earth has not anything to show more fair
Whoso list to hunt, I know where is an hind
Do not stand at my grave and weep
Love is not all: It is not meat nor drink
Yuan Changming published monographs on translation before leaving China. With a Canadian PhD in English, Yuan currently edits Poetry Pacific with Allen Yuan in Vancouver; credits include ten Pushcart nominations, the Naji Naaman's Literary Prize 2018, Best of the Best Canadian Poetry, BestNewPoemsOnline, Threepenny Review and 1,449 others worldwide.
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