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Changming Yuan



Golden teeth glistening

In the mouth of the city

Silver clouds colliding

At the tongue tip of the day

Bite off all the darkness

They whispered;

And chew the light well.


(Previously appeared in Grain)






You love ‘Y’, not because it’s the first letter

In your family name, but because it’s like

A horn, which the water buffalo in your

Native village uses to fight against injustice

Or, because it’s like a twig, where a crow

Can come down to perch, a cicada can sing

Towards the setting sun as loud as it wants to

More important, it's like a real reed deeply rooted

At the bank of the Nile, something you can bend

Into a whistle or hit a drum with; in pronouncing it

You can get all the answers you need, besides

You can make it into a heart-felt catapult

And shoot at a snakehead or sparrow, as long

As it is within the range of your boyhood


(Previously appeared in International Poetry Review)


Changming Yuan, 4-time Pushcart nominee and author of Allen Qing Yuan, edits Poetry Pacific and has poetry appearing in 609 journals/anthologies across 23 countries, includingBest Canadian Poetry, BestNewPoemsOnline and Exquisite Corpse. Poetry submissions to Poetry Pacific are welcome at yuans@shaw.ca.

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