Child                                                                                                                     —Ye Chun / 叶春 


Once I was a child born in the afternoon—
in the rain,  in the window
                                           a tree,
its nests     canteens of water.

I'
ve marched visibly in the sun.
Mama says: stay calm.

                    Sometimes my heart
fans out of my chest
and knows I won't come back again.

L
ike a one-winged angel
I walk,      my bones designed, just so.

 
 
 

Pine


When your red limbs unfold like petals,
my needles are falling.

When your soles are snail chill,
my needles are falling. 

My brown-haired child, I've seen you

walk toward me bare-footed,

dreaming to be known.
I've seen you lie down on my golden needles

to be framed by your own stillness.

I say breathe, my child, breathe.

I've heard your red heartbeats,
red hoofs leaping.

 
 
 

Winter Birth

A slope of leaves and two lean trees.

Bird nests, abandoned knots.
Once we were all darkness. In white winds
we tumble. Skies widen above us.



 

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Ye Chun

Ye Chun/叶春 is the author of two books of poetry, Lantern Puzzle (Tupelo Press, 2015) and Travel over Water (Bitter Oleander Press, 2005), a novel in Chinese,《海上的桃树》(People’s Literature Publishing House, 2011), and a book of translations, Ripened Wheat: Selected Poems of Hai Zi (Bitter Oleander Press, 2015). A recipient of an NEA fellowship, she will be teaching at Providence College in fall 2016.

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