Chen Min 陈敏

• Blushing Red  |  女儿红

Song Yu 宋雨

• Ow, Mama!  |  哎哟，妈妈
• Elegy  |  挽歌
• River  |  河

Li Yun 李云（七月的海）

• Spring Comes to Tai'erzhuang  |  春到台儿庄
• At Shizu Stone Ruin  |  在石祖林

Zhai Wenxi 翟文熙

• At Night  |  夜晚
• A Day  |  一天
• Items in My Estate  |  遗物

Yao Feng 姚風

• In Saint Maria's Hospital  |  在圣玛丽娅医院
• Ocean Really Doesn't Need These Things  |  大海真的不需要这些东西
• Vegetative Man  |  植物人
• Beloved  |  情人

Na Ye 娜夜

• An Afternoon in Yunnan  |  云南的黄昏
• The Standards  |  标准
• Song of Labrang Monastery  |  拉不楞寺短歌
• When Was That?  |  那一天是哪一天

Wuding 巫丁

• Tree Shadow in Cold Spring  |  濯影寒泉
• Jam Session at the Lotus Pond  |  莲叶乱叫
• Three Cups and Two Shots  |  三杯两盏

Huang Lihai 黄礼孩

• Things Get Rearranged  |  一些事物被重新安排
• A Little Critter  |  小 兽
• Silhouette  |  背影

Song Huiyuan 宋惠元（柳思）

• Kua Fu  |  夸父
• Predictions of Snow Are Rarely Accurate  |  雪的预告总是不准的

Meifu Wang 王美富

• Mountain Crag  |  山岩
• Prisoners of War  |  战俘
• To Melville  |  致梅尔维尔

From 21st Century Chinese Poetry, No. 8

• Oh, which lacquer-tree cutter would not want you?
• Until young men call, and elders urge them on,
• and nursing mothers with sweet warm bosoms join in,
• and dry-eyed foot-binding grandmothers chime in:
• .
• Blushing Red, maiden in red,
• around the bend and over the hills,
• Oh, Blushing Red. Yo!

— Chen Min, Blushing Red, Tender Red

• Ow, Mama!
• I really don’t like you combing my hair so much.
• I can’t sit still. Outside, grasses are all sprouting, Mama.
• You still want to give me red hair ties and green hair ties.
• While calling me a little spoiled brat,
• you braided my hair like twisted dough.
• My comrades in the field are shouting battle cries;

— Song Yu, Ow, Mama!

• It is almost like a daze, déjà vu,
• to feel this cool wind, this cold moonlight.
• Are stones cold too?
• .
• Oh, this one is a monster,
• but, of course, it could have been a hoax.

— Li Yun, At Shizu Stone Ruin

• My genius and my bones,
• the dialects I know,
• the rivers, islands, island chains and galaxies I saw,
• the cattle and sheep I fed in the barn,
• the illnesses I contracted,
• all of them are items I leave to my estate.

— Zhai Wenxi, Items in My Estate

• We giggle, the more our happiness and sadness
• depend on physical activities, the more we need to flush
• onto the glossy beach our unwanted wine bottles,
• syringes, tissues, and condoms.
• .
• But the ocean really doesn't need these things,
• not even the high points of our humanity.

— Yao Feng, Ocean Really Doesn't Need These Things

• A wind came by and blew my scarf into the monastery,
• it was then when we passed each other, rubbing shoulders.
• Ah, Lama, you were huffing and puffing, going down the mountain. But why?

— Na Ye, Song of Labrang Monastery

• It's tempting but too dangerous to look back.
• The wind is picking up, bending the sunlight,
• but it cannot move an old iron bloc of days
• that rubbed against the skin of my tempestuous youth.

— Wuding, The Lotus Pond Jam Session

• Three feet of moonlight away,
• a little critter zigzags through the grass,
• the green waves soon drown its tail.
• .
• They say it was a goddess
• that rolled out a soft field on earth--
• soft because it's a mat of dreams.

— Huang Lihai, A Little Critter

• if only I can endure through this finite stretch of night,
• surely I will catch up with the light again.
• Whoever follows me, they can again see the light,
• because, the sun is my football.

— Song Huiyuan, Kua Fu

• If there is still a convulsion
• or any sign of life in the bullet hole,
• follow up with another shot.
• The barrel of the rifle,
• black tempered steel,
• knows no hesitation.
• .
• Oh, almond tree,
• suddenly I miss you,
• doubly I love you,
• your black iron hooks.

— Meifu Wang, Prisoners of War