Sample Poems by Chuan Sha

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Deep Sleep

Original Chinese by Chuan Sha
English Translation by Hong Liu

You’ve fallen into a
deep sleep,
I look at you
and kiss you, yet
am I in a dream?

Ivory lines float over
your beautiful body,
your loose hair pours like a waterfall
down till it joins with the white sun.
You eyes are closed, your lashes long and beautiful,
locking your naughty nature in
with your dreams.
What a mask of peace,
and of charm!
Surprised?
Reproaching?
Disappointed?
Fearless?
Your chin tilts upward; your cherry lips mutter;
the beautiful hairy flower blooming in
your groin seems to say,
death is not in yet,
life doesn’t have an end,
why don’t we enjoy this moment
on the doorway between life and death?

Here I kiss you,
kiss . . .,
my dear delicate love,
on your closed eyes,
your dream gate.
Your vacant eyes belong to a stone statue
that has long sunk into the depths of the ocean,
looking back from the other end of life,
through the fate that stands between the sea
and the sky,
and the sound of
snoring.

A deep sleep
you are in a deep sleep,
and I am terrified,
terrified at being separated from the world.
I kiss you,
I keep kissing you,
while my mind flies to heaven,
till daybreak when the sun rises.

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Ocean

Original Chinese by Chuan Sha
English Translation by Hong Liu

Ocean,
oh, Ocean!
You are a full-bodied beauty,
a coquettish blond with blue eyes,
born and bred in the cradle under the blue sky!
How did you manage to hide yourself
on the other side of the ranges of
mountains, the endless stretches of
forests, and beyond?
How were you able to hide yourself from me, with
lakes, rivers, and vast deserts, grasslands,
fields and fields over,
until I was old?

Ocean,
oh, Ocean!
You are such a full-bodied beauty,
such a coquettish blond with blue eyes!
Why didn’t I meet you in my flourishing years,
when I was dressed in Tang gowns?
I could’ve fallen in love with you
on a starlit summer night, and
locked you in my arms, and
walked you through forests and forests
till we reached my village.
Or held you in my arms
and crossed lakes, streams, rivers, and oceans
till we reached my village on the other side.
Or carried you over deserts, grasslands, and vast fields
till we reached my village where poplars grew.
I’d have tossed you into the wheat field beside the threshing ground,
I’d have stripped you naked, locked you in my bosom,
and rolled with you on the threshing ground,
whining, crying, yelling,
in wild joy, tears, sweat,
with dust flying everywhere!
You would have given birth to sons and daughters,
Who’d all have one black eye and one blue, just like the sea,
and whose hair’d have been a mix of black and blond.
They would have stronger descendants,
generation after
generation . . .

Ocean,
oh, Ocean!
You are such a full-bodied beauty,
such a coquettish blond with blue eyes!
You are stout like a Scotland cow,
your marble neck, arms, full breasts, wide belly
and sensual buttocks and legs,
and every single part of your flesh,
is what I dream to possess,
dream to be intoxicated in, to lose myself in!

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God’s Hands

Original Chinese by Chuan Sha
English Translation by Hong Liu

God’s hands,
that master time,
one for the day, and one for the night.
When God works with His hands,
our calendar is turned over, page by page.

God’s hands,
that master life,
one for death, and one for life.
When God works with His hands,
we are born and we die.

God’s hands,
that master us humans,
one for man, and one for woman.
When God puts His hands together,
we have children.

God’s hands,
that master human and beast.
When God works with the hand for the beast,
we are beast humans;
when God works with the hand for the human,
we are human beasts;
and when God works with His two hands,
we are humans.

God’s hands,
masters of war and peace.
God plays the hand for peace when He is pleased,
and plays the hand for war if He is annoyed.
History comes to form in God’s changeable mood.

God’s hands,
He uses to cover His face with,
at seeing the living creatures.
He is too ordinary and too shabby,
wearing no fanciful garb, but clothing of tree bark.
Yet God’s hands
hug all the creatures
when they die.
He looks at our charming faces as at His own,
knowing that He is unknown,
and that we humans are dirt,
are blind when we have eyes to see!

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