Poems in Praise of Earthquake Relief Workers

Featured: Selected Poems on Earthquake Relief (2008-05-23 10:14:44)Tags: Culture Category: Poetry

◎Lamentation

--Sacrifice to Wenchuan

Zhang Jiehao

Those who are still indifferent at this time should chop their hands

That way, you can feel the pain, feel the heart of ten fingers

That way, you will pick up the pen and put it down again as I did.

Then you can feel the pain, feel the ten fingers linked together

Then you can pick up a pen

and put it down again, as I did, and then pick up a heavier hongmao

rocks, rubble, shaking it over and over again

shaking it past the sadness: "Last night I wasn't dead

Today I'm only being pressed and squeezed, too! ......"

Ah the isolated mountains, the living things isolated by the mountains

Stones are no longer stones, trees no longer hotbeds and shade

The river is noisy and need not flow

- -It's another creation, attributed to the same Creator

Yesterday you clipped your nails, and today you have to remove the flesh in one piece

--Anything that I have praised, there is no need for it

Green hills, green water, and flowery days --whatever you took care of

have all turned in an instant into a gecko's severed tail

a wisp of blue smoke in the crack, a distant curtain behind the smoke

that's the source of your death

It could have been written like this, "Facing the world. A scholar

is only good at raging, and the oppressed will rise to heaven with their bare hands."

It could also be written, "He who buries me in the river and the mountains feeds me, and I'm not going anywhere."

2008-5-15, 21

Secret

--Wenchuan Earthquake Memorial

Li Zhiyong

I was the only one who knew that under the third window on the east side of the building

there was a child buried

a machine that had just been invented to save people's lives, landed slowly in the air

I alone know

I was digging a small pit in one place yesterday while blood oozed out of it

Someone among us was holding a pocketknife as I was

I alone know

That the child buried under the rubble ended up sighing a long A sigh

In the sea of people, this earthquake hangs over me like a sign

And before that, I was only like a statue delayed in completion

Only on some late nights, the dead came one by one to carve

I have no new questions to ask the earth or the gods and goddesses of the air

Only I know

that there is There is a hell, and there is also

a house that was allotted to me personally, it was small and collapsed there as well

May 2008

Today

-The Wenchuan Earthquake Commemoration

Li Zhiyong

I take those bodies dug out of the rubble as my heart. I think of the bodies dug out of the rubble as my heart now

I wish they could beat, but they are still

Still for us

I am sitting still in a place far, far away

The poplars are growing leaves, and the birdsong has risen higher

In the air, in stillness for us

May, 2008

Please observe a moment of silence

-Wenchuan 5-12 Earthquake Tribute

Zhang Zuoyan

Please observe a moment of silence on a road that is dancing with twists

Please observe a moment of silence on the mudslide that follows it

Please observe a moment of silence on the mudslide that has taken away the flower that was too late to open up

and will never be able to open up.

To the little flower that was caught in the mudslide, a little flower that could not open before it was buried forever

This little flower had a dandelion's dream of flying

A parachute's wish that has not yet opened

Please observe a moment of silence for this dandelion's dream and the parachute's wish

Please observe a moment of silence for a clock

And a moment of silence for a clock that is frozen at 14:28 on that clock

To the clock that is frozen at 14:28 on that clock. 14:28 frozen on it

The earth is exhausted and dark

Silence to the darkness that is more silent than the lips that are closed forever

Only the hanging lake is lifted like a sword above the heads of the people

Silence to the hanging lake

Silence to the river that jumps up all of a sudden

The river jumps up all of a sudden, because the raised bed of the river is like a. It's because the raised riverbed is like

an awl that pierces its clear throat

Please have a moment of silence for a bridge-

it's been cut off at the waist for no reason at all. That fissure is like a wound rolled back in time

Please observe a moment of silence to this funnel-like wound

Please observe a moment of silence to a collapsed, half-collapsed, crumbling wall

This wall has vines on the front and calendars on the back

Please observe a moment of silence to the sallow hood

That grease and fumes were once denounced by us as the dirt of life

But now

It evokes more than warm memories

And a simple but hot, tasty, on-time dinner

Please observe a moment of silence in honor of May 12, 2008

After that date, all the things that have been observed in silence will be the same as they were in the past.

Don't

Small quote

The sun at dusk should not be so big

The playground should not be empty

You're just a child

You don't know the way

How will you get home

The collapsed building shouldn't be so tall

The sky shouldn't be dark

You're studying in it

You're afraid of pain

You still want to read comic strips

Don't break the road up the hill

Don't let the river get so cold

I'll stay with you

No one of us should die

We're going to look for your mom

2008/5/15

National Gothic: Sacrifice of May 12

The National Gothic: Sacrifice of May 12

Yu Xiao-Zhong

We're going to look for your mom. p>Yu Xiao-Zhong

I have many dead buried in the air.

I have a bereaved mother, though I am still alive.

--[Israel] Yehuda Amihai

I know that you are looking at me in sadness

I know that I will be reduced to a wisp of smoke

Between all this, you have used all your strength

You have rolled up your sleeves, and you have been in the debris, the rubble, wind and rain, between darkness and light

You were sons of men, fathers and mothers

Soldiers, doctors and nurses, torchbearers, with different accents

You dug me up, you held me, you cried out for me, you covered me with clean white sheets

All the dogs were reduced to feral dogs, and all the birds were birds of prey

Left with me, the stones as heavy as a sinking, as black as a toad under a jumble of rocks

Leaving me, like a naughty child in front of an enraged giant, a slingshot secretly hidden behind me

I am the paralyzed schoolhouse, the collapsed roadbed

I am the deep pool that suddenly disappears

I am the hanging lake, I am the book that buries itself into the mud

I am the child that is held tightly in the arms of a mother I am the child who, in a great trembling, bites hard

at his mother's breast

I am the grumpy husband who can't change his mind in time to say, "Be well, my dear

I can't even come back as a blade of grass

I am empty of landscapes

I am the smoke spat out by a flame, twisting and drifting in the wind ......

2008.5.16-19

◎The harvest will still be reaped after the holocaust

- As Ivan Karamazov said: nothing can compensate for a single drop of a child's tear. However, accept all the tears, and the countless sorrows beyond them.

--[French] Vey

Those who have traveled for you will be gone

Those who have chopped stones with their bare hands, who have pushed food, who have unclothed themselves, who have held their sons in their hands will be gone

The tears have been too many

The day has suddenly plunged into a long black night

Your bodies, your eyes are covered with the ashes of the holocaust

Still the dovecote, the magnolia

Still the mountains and rivers where you have been sent

This is the place where your loved ones' bones are buried, and thus the homeland

The place where the mother who nurtured you, whose pitying hand

Touched over and over again in the night

After the thunderbolts there is still need to hear

After the holocaust, your fathers and mothers

will still harvest the wheat, the oilseed rape

They are as if they were heaven's gift, the first-born

2008.5.21

◎Day of Mourning

Devil Babe

Hotel of the Living Beings.

Teeth chewing on

Rice, noodles, meat, eggs and vegetables.

For the head

Frequently entering the hollow in front of it, the air continuously parted backward.

Now their lips are quiet. To match the

stiff vocal cords.

Dawn displays the colors of evening.

Through intersecting corridors

Hordes of loneliness collide in ghostly sparks from opposite directions.

Loose hands clutched with longing.

The thing that falls and then

bounces back into the palm.

Never again: the sound of peeing: the sound of pouring water into a glass

.

Always slower than lightning: the sound of thunder.

When you cry in pain, I've long since closed my eyes.

2008.5.20. 5am. Wenchuan Earthquake Day 9

Silence

-Written after the 5?12 Wenchuan Earthquake

Li Yiliang

Silence is Wenchuan, the rubble and stones piled up on the chest of human beings in Wenchuan.

Silence is the dark and heavy sun at 14:28 on May 12th.

Silence is the land's gaping wound.

Silence is the number of deaths increasing day by day.

Silence is the Son of Man.

Silence is the open arms of a father and mother.

Silence is the **** and the Prime Minister of the country

roaring special airplane.

Silence is the firm corners of a young soldier's mouth. It is the nurse girl's

highly raised hand

with the infusion bottle in her hand.

Silence is the collapsed school building.

Silence is an unfinished language class with a clear slate on the blackboard.

Silence is a smashed basketball.

Silence is a small hand reaching out from the rubble.

Silence is an amputated sawn-off lower limb.

Silence is a frozen

shout.

Silence is tears wiped from the corners of the eyes.

Silence is you, silence is me, silence is the selfishness and indifference that you and I can no longer tolerate.

Silence is the protracted moral outrage

that suddenly loses its weight.

Silence is hot blood, red blood

From Beijing, Shanghai, Shenzhen, quietly flowing to Sichuan.

Silence is the caravan running to Beichuan, Wenchuan.

Silence is the six fingernails of a soldier who plowed away between the rubble.

Silence is the time snatched from the hands of death.

Silence is twisted roads and railroad tracks.

Silence is the rooster that morns the morning in Wenchuan.

Silence is the waking dream of people by the rubble of hospital tents

.

Silence is the home of the orphans.

Silence is the sun that rises as usual.

Silence is the people who live after a robbery.

Silence is the forehead that snaps the earth.

Silence is the gold of faith buried deep in the heart.

2008.5.17.

◎Mantra for the Past Life

-"Mianzhu from today to dig out the remains no longer claimed immediately buried deep"

Night

Pots and pans, books, bedding. eaves

door panels, batteries, TV, chickens and dogs

rice, wheat, oilseed rape, ginkgo

novels, spinulose ferns, shellfish, tianmu

dulcimer, huangbo, strontium springs, wolong

Minsan, Longmen, wuchong, sanshyun

giant pandas, golden monkeys, somen antelope

haircrowned deer, hongdangmu, dove trees

copper, dove trees

Xiangfu Temple, Nanxuan Temple, Sanxi Temple

Huilan Pagoda, Yunwu Temple, Jixiang Temple

Mianyuan River, Shiting River, Shisui River

Ma Mei River, Baishui River, Longyi River

Cheongpyeong, Tianchi, Yangquan, Jinxi

Xiaosui, Jannan, Hanwang, Yuchuan

Tumon, Gwangjae, Cheongdao, Banqiao

Zundao, Xinshi, Gongxing, Qitian

Guanyu, Qifu, Shidi, Northeast

Southwest, Wudu, Mianyuan, Xinglong

Nine Dragons

The best of Shu, the main town of Yizhou

Wuyue Shengtian, Yubi Menjin

Zhangtanian, Xianglian, Palace of the Dragon

Wujiang, Xiyou, Yixiang, Yuchun

Wuyue Shengtian, Yubi Menjin

Jangpan New Year's Eve, Xianglian Qiujiang, Westward Journey, Umbrella Snatching

Yingchun Tu, Bridge over the River

Ma Su, Li Qiu, Sun Zhen, Wuhou

Huang Chong, Wang Zhi, Zhang (tree), Guanghan

Mianzhu, Aba, Wenchuan, Beichuan

(Pluck the root of all karmic obstacles to get birth in the Pure Land Dharmaniya)

Nanwu Amitabhaya

Do Tatagaduya, Do Di-Nyutta.

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