(A Quarterly International Peer-reviewed Refereed e-Journal
Devoted to English Language and Literature)
Yuan Changming grew up in rural China, started to learn the English alphabet in Shanghai at age 19 and published monographs on translation before leaving his native country. With a Canadian PhD in English, Yuan currently edits Poetry Pacific with Allen Qing Yuan in Vancouver. Credits include ten Pushcart nominations and publications in Best of the Best Canadian Poetry (2008-17) & Best New Poems Online, among 1569 others across 43 countries. He can be contacted through email: firstname.lastname@example.org.
1. White Crow
Perching long in my heart
Is a white crow that no one has
Ever seen, but everyone may
Long to be.
To fly out, as if hoping to bring back
A glistening seed or a colorful feather
To festoon its nest.
2. This Thought
This is the thought that is
Sailing along the horizon.
This is the thought ready to fall
Finally from the leaf-tip at dawn.
This is the thought looming afar
Beyond the stark mountains.
This is the thought newly taken
Out of the water by the swordsmith.
This is the thought with a bloated shape
Wrapping the whole world up in the mind.
This is the thought running amuck
Naked, never able to find a shelter.
This is the thought driving the wheels
Of history, back and forth, without stop.
3. Man, As He Really Is
Is far beyond God’s imagination
Let alone understanding
If you really love Earth, you wouldn’t be
Afraid to show it to the world, let alone her
Most websites don’t even last fourteen
Months, let alone fourteen years
They never thought they’d be able to do
Any serious reading, let alone thinking
Some people can’t help inventing lies
Let alone telling them
The sun shines on you but not on me
Let alone my shadow
I always expect the world to leave me
Alone, let alone my poetry
Few are really aware of
Existing beyond our own
Even fewer of so many other versions
Of selfhood living
In each of them, let alone
This simple secret:
At the depth of consciousness
Lives a quantum
Or soul as we prefer to call it
A particle, demon and/or angel dancing
The same dance afar, far apart
In an entanglement
You’ve died, but will live again
As a robot.
If life by chip,
Life by circuit, life by muted moment
More, coordinating machine.
You will perceive what you contact:
How you will be sensing:
Every sensible, sensitive signal.
You recognize, Human.
I recognize, i.hooyeau.
Processing the info.
The way a scientist does
A human mind does.