Hanxin (1968-) tr. Fan Jinghua
Warrior King deployed 300 chariots and 50 thousand soldiers
to the Phallus Wilderness, whereupon Tyrant Zhou was
killed in the battlefield, and then flowers there
were in full bloom for a hundred years.
All that had appearances and made sounds were alive
and full of vital energy, their limbs dexterous like the legs of ants
that hold directions. Water systems were embroidered on maps,
two poles were located at a tellurion, male heaven and female earth
coupled and entwined, with neither temporal limit nor spatial boundary.
Yellowish cotton cloth was woven, breath was blown into clay figures
stamped with birthmarks, and a column-like spine, hard and warm, was installed.
People were then taught to domesticate animals, grow herbs, and treat chronic illnesses.
Therefore you live till today, and therefore you can hide behind the windowpane
hear the tidal sounds rolling over fields and see flowers blooming vainly in mirrors.
Gulliver’s imagination is sterile before 96 hundred thousand heads of wheat
which contain an immensity of reservation and assimilation.
May 18, 2007
Hanxin 寒馨 Chinese poet