Re: Posting: for Qi Hong / Qihong Tea

Yuan Changming

Re: Posting: for Qi Hong


Last night you forwarded a reposting

To me through weixing or wechat from the other

Side of this world. Now I am still

Sleeping on this side of darkness while

You are giving some final touches

To a bulb you are learning to sketch

The same old one hung from a roof beam

In our straw-thatched cottage deeply set

At a hilly village. In the trance I asked you

Where our little daughter, yes, we do have one, had

Gone to play; then you came upon my right leg

Helping me decode the three red Chinese characters

Like paper cut enigmas. Later, in the heart

Of night I tried to make love with you, but

Only to be disturbed by our baby, preventing me

From reaching out straight into your young womanhood

& waking me up in frustrated nostalgia

Just to see your bulb is not round enough

Though fully switched on, until your message becomes

As illuminative as the bulb you have drawn

When a morning glow begins to spurt from the east 

 Qihong Tea --


    Separated by the Pacific, I can never hope

To join you even for a single antlike moment

But every day I can drink the tea that bears

Your name spelt with the color of passion


     Each time

I pour boiling water into the cup of my life

I watch the leaves blooming from inside out

Like my thought of you unfurling itself

     At the bottom of my heart

Yuan Changming started to learn the English alphabet at age nineteen and authored monographs on translation before leaving China. With a Canadian PhD in English, Yuan edits Poetry Pacific with Allen Yuan in Vancouver. Credits include eleven Pushcart nominations and appearances in Best of the Best Canadian Poetry(2008-17) & BestNewPoemsOnline, among others. Recently, Yuan published a Chinese poetry collection 《袁昌明诗选》and served on the jury for Canada’s 44th National Magazine Awards (poetry category).

Comment: Qi Hong is the first girl I have ever fallen in love with. I met her in 2019 after 42 years of separation, never knowing each other's whereabouts. Though she cannot marry me in this lifetime, she promises to marry me in our next life.


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