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And the Birds Guide Us, and: The Old Man Speaks of Paradise at Twin Cities: A Ghazal

And the Birds Guide Us, and: The Old Man Speaks of Paradise at Twin Cities: A Ghazal WANG PING Two Poems and the birds guide us A dewdrop hangs on the lip of an or chid A volcano rumbles in another ether Something has hit u s And we don’t know why It’s April. The prairie Is brewing a new blizzard Cornfields adrift in the whiteout win d One-legged cranes darken the braided river Rings of ice like shack les And the sky in an origami dream At the fork of the road I stand in blin dfold Lines of hexagrams, form of the formless This light and shadow— it’s all ener gy Same difference in the field of perception Every tomorrow has two han dles Every seed contains its own fortune This is the truth to those who still t rust A thread so thin, unbreakable Fire from the sea and into the sea—th e Big Island—ash from the womb of the earth Children of the rivers and moun tains We carry a dream as ancient as the cranes 123 Sailing across the sky, ocean and des ert Uttering a cry that’s almost too human e b Th irds have moved on And the fields still aquiver with their spirits e Th y do not http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Manoa University of Hawai'I Press

And the Birds Guide Us, and: The Old Man Speaks of Paradise at Twin Cities: A Ghazal

Manoa , Volume 31 (1) – May 10, 2019

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Abstract

WANG PING Two Poems and the birds guide us A dewdrop hangs on the lip of an or chid A volcano rumbles in another ether Something has hit u s And we don’t know why It’s April. The prairie Is brewing a new blizzard Cornfields adrift in the whiteout win d One-legged cranes darken the braided river Rings of ice like shack les And the sky in an origami dream At the fork of the road I stand in blin dfold Lines of hexagrams, form of the formless This light and shadow— it’s all ener gy Same difference in the field of perception Every tomorrow has two han dles Every seed contains its own fortune This is the truth to those who still t rust A thread so thin, unbreakable Fire from the sea and into the sea—th e Big Island—ash from the womb of the earth Children of the rivers and moun tains We carry a dream as ancient as the cranes 123 Sailing across the sky, ocean and des ert Uttering a cry that’s almost too human e b Th irds have moved on And the fields still aquiver with their spirits e Th y do not

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Published: May 10, 2019

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