Looking for some of Yu Guangzhong’s most famous poems

Looking for some of Yu Guangzhong’s most famous poems

"The Elegy of the Zhouzi", Wild Wind, 1952.

"Blue Feather", Blue Star Poetry Society, 1954.

"Stalactites", Chinese and Foreign Pictorial, 1960.

"Halloween", Blue Star Poetry Society, 1960.

"Legends of Lotus", Wen Xing, 1964.

"Wuling Boy", Wen Xing, 1967.

"Night Market in Heaven", Sanmin, 1969.

"Percussion Music", Blue Star Poetry Society, 1969.

"In the Age of the Cold War", Blue Star Poetry Society, 1969.

"White Jade Bitter Melon", Dadi, 1974.

"Sirius", Hong Fan, 1976.

"Tug of War with Eternity", Hong Fan, 1979.

"Selected Poems by Yu Guangzhong (1949-1981)", Hong Fan, 1981.

"Avalokitesvara Across the Water", Hong Fan, 1983.

"Ode to Bauhinia", Hong Fan, 1986.

"Dreams and Geography", Hong Fan, 1990.

"An Pomegranate", Hong Fan, 1996.

"Five Elements Unobstructed", Jiuge, 1998.

"Selected Poems of Yu Guangzhong Volume 2 (1982-1998)", Hong Fan, 1998.

"High Building Facing the Sea", Jiuge, 2000.

"Lotus God", Taiwan Jiu Ge Publishing House, 2008 Yu Guangzhong's three most famous poems, which one do you like?

The most profound impression of nostalgia is Yu Guangzhong's deep love for his relatives and compatriots in mainland China. I have a deep feeling of longing and longing to cross the shallow strait and return to the mainland. If poetry were to be written about impressions, it would be that nostalgia is...there. Requesting 4 poems from Yu Guangzhong

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The giant spider of the New World sits majestically in the center of the dense web, devouring astronomical numbers of small insects.

And digest it with its venom.

And I jumped in, I fell into the net -

An indigestible

golden beetle from the subtropics .

The beasts of civilization, skyscrapers suppress us

With three-dimensional indifference, with sinister geometric figures

Press me with the many zeros behind the numbers< /p>

Press me, press me, but keep pressing

Floating in the gray eyes of strangers

The horizon looking west.

Lost in the Grand Canyon of Steel, the sun sets earlier -

(He is going to the picnic at dawn in the South China Sea)

The conductor of the clock tower The stick stirred up the prelude of dusk,

In the dim land, the roots of the blue were sad and hysterical.

When the jazz music came, the street lights turned on in clusters.

The slut rolls, the crazy century begins -

Sin is maturing, there are snakes and Eves in the nightclub,

And the black cat cried, drowning God in the cup.

And in the forbidden area of ??history, in front of the serious art museum,

The Persians on the huge wall are keeping vigil

The blind stone lions are keeping vigil,

The era of the threshold building was patrolling, not daring to step on it,

The high stone steps.

And the nineteenth century is awake, the Renaissance is awake,

Delacroix is ??awake, Rodin is awake,

Many souls Insomnia, whispering, listening,

Listening -

Outside the door, the noise of the collapse of the twentieth century.

1958

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Here, in the international cocktail,

I am still a piece of ice that refuses to melt -

Always kept below zero Cold

and the hardness of a solid.

I am also very liquid

I also love fluidity and boil easily.

I love playing with Hong’s slides.

But the sun in China is too far away from me

I am crystallized, transparent and hard,

and cannot be restored automatically.

1959

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Suddenly, the soul of steel is awake

The solemn silence is sonorous

The sea breeze of Xiluo Plain shakes this bridge< /p>

The pattern of force and the net of beauty are shaking every nerve of this

Tower of Will,

It is shaking violently and howling desperately

The teeth of the iron nails are biting tightly, and the hands of the iron arms are holding tightly.

Serious Jing.

So, my soul also woke up, I know

The me who has passed through will be different from the me who has not yet gone through, I know

The person I am on the other side cannot be restored to the person I am on this side

But fate has come to me.

A thousand arms of welcome , I have to cross the river

Facing the corridor leading to another world

, I tremble slightly

But the magnificent wind of Xiluo Plain

Rushing towards me, telling me that the sea is on the other side

I trembled slightly, but I

must cross the river,

standing, huge silence.

Awake, the soul of steel.

1958.3.13

Note: On March 7, I was traveling back north with Xia Jing and was about to cross the Xiluo Bridge. I stopped to take pictures.