By Wu Haige
Tr Rhapsodia (晚枫)
The sound from the temple block is knocking on the house beams and the dust in sleep
From the dust I wake up. I am a grain grinded by history. On the beams and across the hollow space
The wooden block beats endlessly, sending the living eternity, love
Insincerity and lies all into bed and bier
Except the dust, that is waken up
The tears deposited into the dust are knocked out
The fiery tears nourish it, an eternal life
Oh dust, my greatest love of all. I go to sleep hugging the flames
Keep striking, wooden block, you happy block. Tap, tap, tap
The gracious taps knock open the tightly shut window, breaking the happy spider-weaved web and the glittering obsessions
Keep knocking, wooden block! Wake me up from my bier
Wake up the stones in slumber; crush the beam columns. I’m a soul in need of knocks
My transparency is owed to the light. The sound of the temple block is knocking on the withy light
Dusk is waked up by the knocks and so is the setting sun idling on the horizon
Well aware its route and the thickness of the night. It touches with fine nerves
Night is waked up by the knocks. The sound of the knocking reaches every corner in depth, the dark place of my heart.
Everything on the earth wakes up. Riding on the back of the setting sun I listen. The sound of the temple block
Knocking the rocking boat
The knocks wake up the snow, the mume blossoms dormant beneath. The knocks open clusters of petals from the old iron branches
The flames are running through the knocks. Snow is melting into spring water, permeating everywhere, releasing some secrete
I pay my tribute to the snow. The sound of the wooden block is knocking the death
Get moving, lotus leaves! Get going, shoal!
Stones cannot block, as rules cannot be potent
I become the deathless among the death. I 8217;m from the abyss yet hand in hand with abyss
I 8217;m from the wooden block and yet knock the block, which I paint and inscribe in
The magic figure of my wish. I set the joss sticks for it, water it with man 8217;s blood, and cover with the sticks of time.
Wu Haige (Internet nick name Xiyuguzi) is from Chong Qing, China. From 1985 on, his works of poems and poetry reviews started to appear on poetry magazines and other publications as 8220;The People 8217;s Literature 8221;, 8220;Poetry Periodical 8221;, 8220;The Star Poetry 8221;, 8220;Poetry Selection 8221;, 8220;The Apsaras 8221;, 8221;Shi Lin 8221;, 8220;The Green Wind 8221;, to mention just a few. He got honors and awards for his works in quite a few national and provincial poetry contests, including Works of Merit Award in the first“Precious Wine” new poetry contest from 8220;Poetry Periodical 8221;, the second place in National Grand Prix on New Poetry 8220;Poetry Muse 1997 Cup 8221;, and Great Work Award in 8220;Lang Wine Cup 8221; national new poetry contest from 8220;The Star Poetry 8221;. His works are selected by many anthologies, and among them are 8220;China Has a Deng Xiaoping 8221;(Selected and edited by Poetry Periodical), 8220;The Star 50 year Selected Poems 8220;, 8220;China Contemporary Chinese Poetry Yearbook 8220;, 8221;21st Century China Poetry List 8221;. He is also the founder and the chief editor for the poetry magazine 8220;The Gale 8221; from 2003 to 2007. He is a member of the Chinese Writers Association.