Ann Arbor Review

INSIDE THIS ISSUE:

Lana Bella
Hongri Yuan
Lyn Lifshin
Duane Locke
Elisavietta Ritchie
Michelle Bailat-Jones

Fahredin Shehu
Laszlo Slomovits
Andy N
Alex Ferde
Lekan Alesh
Michael Lee Johnson
Running Cub
Ali Znaidi
Silvia Scheibli
Robert Nisbet
Richard Gartee
Amit Parmessur

Jennifer Burd
Paul B. Roth
Sanjeev Sethi
Keith Moul
Arjun Dahal
Alan Britt
Richard Lynch
Fred Wolven
Eddie Awusi

Joanie Freeman
Hongri Yuan
Amit Shankar Saha

 


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Four Poems

TRIPOD

Let yourself become a container
Like the ancient tripod
Put the world in it.
Let the stars light of the sun and moon
Such as the eternal fire of the day and night
You will smelt a new kingdom
11.20.2015

 

THE TRIPOD OF THE SOUL

The golden key of the heaven hide in my chest
Which is more magnificent and true than the whole world
And there are sweet blue ocean and silver kingdom in my head
Everyone is the same beauty, In spite of they are as the different flowers .
That is a simple civilization that everyone is a giant
Each stone are called gems or gold by them
Even there is no darkness and death in their words .
So they made a tripod of the soul which making the sun and the time
1.9.2016

 

THE SMILE OF EMPTINESS AND NOTHINGNESS

Fifteen thousand years ago
You were a king.
And thirty thousand years ago
You were a slave
Your past life was a long scroll of times

And the next life How short ten thousand years are!

Yesterday is emptiness and nothingness,
Tomorrow is emptiness and emptiness
Where are you at this time
Emptiness and nothingness, Emptiness and nothingness
Buddha halo, the smile of emptiness and nothingness
5.2 .2016

 

THE PHOENIX OF THE GOLDEN WINGS

I shall go to another universe in my dream
The kingdom of the sweet light
The diamond country of White, golden, blue
Yes, the color is just the music
Every palace and pavilion
Are both a huge musical instruments
Every drop of dew
Is a note
Have washed your soul brightly
Like the phoenix of the golden wings
2016.5.13

 

 
Hongri Yuan, Jining City, Shandong Province, China
        
Translator (from Chinese): Yuanbing Zhang, China


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