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Looking Up At Music (serial pieces of a long one)
Who has designed flame
The piece of vastness
Wash away tolerance and doubt with hope
Bricks and problems
Different vanity
With the finalization of its design out of scorching torture
No one should have felt strange about this
All books
Within others’ life we rush back and forth
On pigeons flied by coup and evil teachings
You cannot keep calm at all
Day being melted by night
Your head being in a muddy stream
Whose shoulder is always arranged with belief
You are already missing
You are in the moonlight, swaying, standing for a long while
Where’s the sea where the sky
Temperature regulating equipment
What’s to be finally made is silence
To part with the world
Eternity in darkness
Humanity’s time
A thousand year core is past
God is quiet and still
In your pour deep and serene
The world is still beautiful
Gu Xie, member of Chinese Writers Association, born in Shanghai in 1960s, started his literary creation at the
age of 14. After graduation, he worked successively as a road builder, warehouse keeper, journalist, literary
editor, editorial director and chief editor. He is the author of six collections of solo poetry: Selected Poetry of Gu
Xie, Tai Ji,(the Supreme Ultimate), State Symphony, Steps of Guangzhou, Pudong Symphony and etc with over
twenty long poems published. Gu Xie has won many poetry awards like Guangdong Government Literary
Award for Poetry in 1996, Guangzhou Government Literature and Art Award for Poetry in 2002, Guangdong
Government Literature and Art Award for Broadcast & Television Poetry in 2004. His poems have appeared in
various well-known large-scale literary magazines like Lotus, Flower City, Muse, Hunan Literature, Guangzhou
Literature and Art and some others, and in numerous anthologies like People Literature Press Triennium
Anthology, Chinese Writers Press Collection of Poetry, Flower City Selected Works for the 50th Anniversary of
Guangdong Writers Association, Chinese Literature Press Panda Books issued overseas. In 2001, Gu Xie
attended the 5th National Youth Writers Conference held in Beijing. In 2000 and 2003, as a member of Chinese
Writers Delegation, Gu Xie went on visits to Japan and Pakistan respectively for literary exchanges, where he
gave a lecture Opening & Literature in Pen Tokyo Centre, and improvised a short verse Pakistan Pakistan. In
2000, Gu Xie was invited to serve as College Writer at Guangdong Arts College for three years. Since 2003 he
has been working as faculty in Guangzhou Writing and Research Centre. He has also served on the board of the
Poetry Society in Guangdong Writers Association. As Vice-president of Guangzhou Writers Association, he
continues to teach poetry as well as work on his own creative writing.
- 1. City Pastoral
- Stretches with city's hurried distresses
Always settling ancient days
On the ground curved by love
The dreamland is always filled with creativity
People keep on working
Just like immortal flowing water
Never knowing what bosom
The last roam will face
Who has designed flame
- Who has thought of burning
In the very beginning as the smile of belief
- Under the lure of a beautiful trap
We keep feeling the magic of honor and dishonor
The voice growing up in darkness
Shuts its eyes
Before vulgar sumptuousness
No one will stop us
From recalling for numerous times
Our own guide
The piece of vastness
- Comes from a spiritual grave
This lawn without forest and sunlight
Is the kingdom cultivated by your life-long journey
- The saint poetry of death
Wish having left the recollection of predecessors
Is rising from water towards a cliff
Assigning to heaven
The eidolon needed by human posterity
Wash away tolerance and doubt with hope
- Here, we will learn, with hope
To dress up icy life
Weak love, will
Predict us that
Even if wandering
Even if lacking in the flounder of speech
You should remain awed
To happiness
Bricks and problems
- Within the breath of gurgling flowing water
Will eventually die away like July
- Once you face tender rushing feelings all day long
You will wish no more to spend time
Fancying food and women
Different vanity
- In different space, along with all original inquiry
Has gone to sleep quietly
- That’s the dance of another power
No prejudice can behold
That’s each gloomy cell
Capable of illuminating us
With its own stage in oblivion
- You will recognize today
That not all roads
Are only at the far end of beautiful bright clouds
Between desolateness and shadows
The eyes unable to breathe, sometimes
Are more likely to be shone by God and truth
2. Late Age of Industry
With the finalization of its design out of scorching torture
- Steel accomplishes its dream beyond human expectation
All around you, is beverage with a hundred year innermost being
In front of an expression almost of oxygen clearness
Honesty, in gentleness
Erected by structuralism
Has become for times
A murderee of covetously eyeing height
Internal organs of each age
Gather here with the most outstanding promise
- Happens to caress by sheer coincidence
An enormous tobacco advertisement
The world’s goodness and virtue
Change right off into vacuum, and into
A wail after the faxed passion
No one should have felt strange about this
- All remains of humanity
Are still true
Infinite desire has passed through years
And on the subway belonging to the end of the century
In an urgency ignorant of chastity
Is waiting for the skin
Carefully arranged by the multitude
And for warriors with osteoporosis to come
- Remains a thick forest grown with tips of tongue
All the azure is
Being disguised
Prosperously
By the index in high fever
- A set of spiritual food at the conclusion of cold war
Transplants afresh
With surreptitious value
Into the body demanding consumption
While balance, the one we’ve been longing for
Can only find
An online consideration at a shopping center
All books
- Cannot return to childhood
You seem to never have had past
Humanity seems to have never had land and flowers
- In its firm departure with a back look
Still expecting its heavy down-look
Can spell out the meaning
Of some creation and torture
From critics’ deficient technical terms
- Just like the day when
One can use no more noun explanation
To measure
Collections to the mind
The only thing we can do
Is to confide with loneliness
A refusal of consumption
A sadness invisible
To a sexual game
Within others’ life we rush back and forth
On pigeons flied by coup and evil teachings
- We are destined
To keep a dialogue through frail nature with shadows
All day long in front of a television
And to converse once more
By wet fingers
With a supposed devil or angel
- Is always
So sharp
Who can sprinkle history with perfume
Because of the counting-down
And change bulgy price
In a moment
With a touching share
You cannot keep calm at all
- Cannot walk alone out of
A noise-like vocal concert
- This time what we should bathe ourselves in
Will be
Frequently howling Boeing 747
The wafer concerning opportunities
And
The time never approachable to us
In a flood of waste gas
We will also see
Pure houses
Shedding tears in dimness
- One day you will suddenly tell a friend
That you plan to thoroughly forget a mirror
And to forget
What an evening is
- 3. Where’s the Sea
Where the Sky
Day being melted by night
- Another setting sun
Under city’s pressure
Rests on the land
Without pain, without
A posture of suffering
- Well-lit mansions move again
Stomach becomes closer to
The deepwater wharf
Piled with dizziness
- Where can spread no vibrant light
Thoughts were frequently struck down by deep hollowness
Your head being in a muddy stream
- Always needs mending
- Thoughts are not to be seen
Deeply sprouting
Direction is always drooping
Just as weary plants
At night depend on imagination for provision
A human face covered by memories
Can’t quite see far
All motions are merely for revolt
For the morning in impression
To greet no more teeth, and
Melodious rapture
Whose shoulder is always arranged with belief
- Whose grey hair always floats with profound candlelight
- To keep signing contracts
And thinking of rescue as a performance
Commemorating
With countless plain designs
A never owned bumper harvest
- We’ve had wings of light bended
Maturity, among human beings
Fails to hear the sound of wounds
All the longings are frightened by some abduction-like power
Into changing their consciousness
And thus with the change of the color of eternity
You are already missing
- In your life encountering no death
Your name has long sunk into
A dead existence
- That no one would have thought that
All around twinkling philosophy
Are distributed with deserted babies
In our pilgrimage to tradition and future
- Why is the suddenly risen curve
Always dedicated to senescence
Beloved fingers again and again
Smoothly stretch into rocks
Into details
You are in the moonlight, swaying, standing for a long while
- In your failure to feel spaciousness of the sky
All the difficulties wont to repeat
Can only let you appreciate
A shyness of distance
Where’s the sea where the sky
Temperature regulating equipment
- Has collapsed human yearnings
Bleak nature needs our
Cure by body temperature
Cruel fruit surrounds your concern
- Lecture of another world
The part of which concerning its fall and drugs
Is as silent as all the mysteries gone
Remain always hard for us
To suck a lesson and
Gift-tamed pain from
What’s to be finally made is silence
- And to be finally believed
Is also silence
For the sea and the sky
Are filled with question marks.
- 4. Looking Up at Music
To part with the world
- At that moment
We are apart from revolt and wait
From all message, and
A devastating toll of years
In days remaining gloomy
Quietly approaching your side
- To experience with a dead heart
The youth you’ve stirred
- Blood being guided by characters
Is about to dry up
Fields are blind
From the time when we first come naked before them
Till at last
We leave with appearing perfection
Eternity in darkness
- Sends forth a friendly delicate fragrance
Walking on the road of arts
No image will keep
Thinking over weight
The misty soul is becoming clear and bright
Suddenly a pasture comes into sight
Under the heightening of a gentle breeze
The pulse of melancholy
Speeds along like a driven horse
Humanity’s time
- So much time
Is shrouded in vulgar desire
Challenge by challenge makes caress
Wan and shallow
And strong humanity
Lose an embrace, and
Habits really capable of nourishing faith
In the ravine where
Can flourish no beauty
Or spread nobility
- Struggling among conceptions
By wars
By departure and conquest
We’ve failed all the time
To bring back in an early rising sun
Attentiveness, and
Another way out
Running within our conscience
A thousand year core is past
- Worldly joy is accompanied by busyness
Long aging is unable
To discover consciously
A poverty of experiences
And the bitterness of tedious significance
A sort of hurry can cast off
- Still reluctant to sit up
As if in ancient times
Examining the whole body indifferently
In an overlook
Letting ruthless waves
Reach loneliness
And the sentiment once cherishing constancy
Be drowned by clamors
With its life sealed
By some simple perplexities
God is quiet and still
- Gods are quiet and still
Only your drizzle, as if
Asking something to stay
Is rippling in our up-look
Like roving clouds
- We instantly sense that
Past is extending
An escaped narration from patience, is
Erecting the arbor of concern
Many silent visits
Resume a breast
And the industry of altering destiny
In your pour deep and serene
- We begin to see clearly
The not vanished mission
Still like fallen leaves
Will regain its goldenness
- Just as the world inhabited by us
Has never voluntarily come to a halt
For resentment everywhere
- Dimly of the nihility of advancement
You should always keep in mind
As a traveler
And of the lighthouse
Never to come out till forever
- Even if transient, or faintly fading
Will certainly have our breath
At the time away from sacredness
Continue the connection
With your mobile support
And have it steadfastly
Make a clear break with misfortune
Together with your power of morality entrusted to humanity
The world is still beautiful
- We hear
Such
Gentle praises
You’ve given to the world
While we are displaying to all the humanity
A twinkling resistance
A burst of tears
Pass our hearts.
Gu Xie, member of Chinese Writers Association, born in Shanghai in 1960s, started his literary creation at the
age of 14. After graduation, he worked successively as a road builder, warehouse keeper, journalist, literary
editor, editorial director and chief editor. He is the author of six collections of solo poetry: Selected Poetry of Gu
Xie, Tai Ji,(the Supreme Ultimate), State Symphony, Steps of Guangzhou, Pudong Symphony and etc with over
twenty long poems published. Gu Xie has won many poetry awards like Guangdong Government Literary
Award for Poetry in 1996, Guangzhou Government Literature and Art Award for Poetry in 2002, Guangdong
Government Literature and Art Award for Broadcast & Television Poetry in 2004. His poems have appeared in
various well-known large-scale literary magazines like Lotus, Flower City, Muse, Hunan Literature, Guangzhou
Literature and Art and some others, and in numerous anthologies like People Literature Press Triennium
Anthology, Chinese Writers Press Collection of Poetry, Flower City Selected Works for the 50th Anniversary of
Guangdong Writers Association, Chinese Literature Press Panda Books issued overseas. In 2001, Gu Xie
attended the 5th National Youth Writers Conference held in Beijing. In 2000 and 2003, as a member of Chinese
Writers Delegation, Gu Xie went on visits to Japan and Pakistan respectively for literary exchanges, where he
gave a lecture Opening & Literature in Pen Tokyo Centre, and improvised a short verse Pakistan Pakistan. In
2000, Gu Xie was invited to serve as College Writer at Guangdong Arts College for three years. Since 2003 he
has been working as faculty in Guangzhou Writing and Research Centre. He has also served on the board of the
Poetry Society in Guangdong Writers Association. As Vice-president of Guangzhou Writers Association, he
continues to teach poetry as well as work on his own creative writing.
