HONGRI YUAN - POEMS

Hongri Yuan, born in China in 1962, is a poet and philosopher interested particularly in creation. Representative works include Platinum City, Gold City, Golden Paradise , Gold Sun and Golden Giant. His poetry has been published in the UK, USA ,India ,New Zealand, Canada and Nigeria.

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                 I Pulled a Sword of the Rose Out
 
I pulled a sword of the rose out
With a starlight
Repeled the eternal night
I made God to retire
Return the golden stick of his hands
With a lightning
I carved a spell in the mask of the sky
Make the stars to dance
Make the sea sweet
Make the giants to return from outer space



                                The Wings of Phoenix
 
Excavate a window in the wall of the phantom of the world
Let the rain of fragrance from heaven to bathe the soul
When you hear the madadayo song of the angels
You will see the golden transparent skin of the earth
Your eyes will twinkle like stars
The dates of yesterday will disappear in the distance like clouds
A golden scepter is held in your hand
Make the mountains and rivers is like picture
Make the heavens is like jade
The sound of the dragons will make you into nirvana
Spread the huge wings of the phoenix
 
                            My sword of the dawn
 
My sword of the dawn
Came from the ancient sun
Fly in the grim night
To find that king of the demons
Breaking its head
Casting a net of lightning
Let the monsters perish
With their bodies and spirits

          The Stars Were Gathering in the Sky
 
The stars were gathering in the sky
Armies of the gods began to set out
The earth was trembling
The dark night was surrounded by flames
Ancient city, python of millennium
In a network of gold
A sword of the moon
Cut off the figure of the lightning
A golden bell roared unexpectedly in the sky
A golden car of the sun
A giant with a crown on his head
From the clouds flew near angrily

   The Gods Will Return with Thunder and Lightning
 
The spring is as charming as the poppy
The gates of hell, gold carving
Make the smile of the times
As sweet as the red wine of the blood of the grape
 
The eyes of the vault of heaven became forbidding
Overseeing huge cities
In anger the earth is waiting for
The gods will return with thunder and lightning

Translated by Yuanbing Zhang