tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12204079623307161522024-03-05T09:24:17.698-05:00Yu ChenYu Chen - PoemsYu Chenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09470567950382306658noreply@blogger.comBlogger134125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220407962330716152.post-73693445826294820232023-12-31T20:22:00.030-05:002024-02-04T23:12:26.326-05:00December 31, 2023<div style="text-align: left;"><div>on my door</div><div>variation of gold</div><div>the early sun has brushed</div><div>in islands movable</div><div>with sheen of summer sailed</div><div>whose warmth prefigured is so unlike</div><div>any sumptuous illusion mingled with me:</div><div>would that I were as luminous in detention</div><div>or as copious and supple in retreat of mood!</div><div>then might I stir (fleet) at your careless invite</div><div>that to my unprophetic shade commends ever</div><div>the chance which lies awake without strife or tenet</div><div>parsing me some dream’s reserve to invigilate</div><div>or my share of celestial charm to rouse and seal</div><div>so I'd forgive you this too breezy intrusion</div><div>upon the black burning water of my cloud…</div></div>Yu Chenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09470567950382306658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220407962330716152.post-74264788829244078622022-12-31T21:16:00.000-05:002022-12-31T21:16:51.652-05:00December 31, 2022<div style="text-align: left;">listen for the rain<br />that says<br />I’m you<br />in another sort of time<br />another sort of color<br />in ceramic<br />in augury<br />how the sparrows are flown!<br />with miles to bear<br />and fate equal to relinquish<br />—seraph in the mosaic stream<br />what charm in fortune<br />to have found your shape<br />haloing this dark world<br />to this day<br />the only remembrance<br />I've cared to desire</div>Yu Chenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09470567950382306658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220407962330716152.post-55646371778461688732021-09-30T00:37:00.002-04:002021-09-30T00:39:40.451-04:00September 30, 2021<div style="text-align: left;">take Oktober<br />your silver ship<br />wreathed in fire<br />of silence, of love<br />love: phrase in the cauldron<br />a sky ablush<br />a crawling towards<br />a minute to deplete<br />do not watch me<br />needlessly helplessly<br />vanish in your starry lens <br /> posted once bare to you<br />I know best of all<br />how easy it is to sever<br />and slide offworld</div>Yu Chenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09470567950382306658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220407962330716152.post-51754985837890081892021-09-29T00:55:00.004-04:002021-09-29T00:55:59.684-04:00September 29, 2021<div style="text-align: left;">in the potent range<br />bleak awhile here gleams<br />no monument of you here rains<br />water like muscle here beckons<br />your resolve<br />like sand in a tilted hand<br />be glad of it<br />who else would you be<br />so many hours deep<br />hovered here<br />making mud</div>Yu Chenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09470567950382306658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220407962330716152.post-10675432164776900492021-07-07T23:16:00.002-04:002021-07-08T00:18:56.808-04:00July 7, 2021<div style="text-align: left;">Do you want to leave this island<br />The ocean does not care<br />My brochure says our tracks<br />Will ribbon up to the sun<br />What a relief to have this seat<br />And the door at the end of the carriage to run to<br />When things get warm enough to know<br />The path of fire in the windowpane<br />A touch, a sign to fling past<br />All the bluish stars barely pulling<br />—But we will speed up soon<br />And hardly register those distant lights bending their careful courses<br />To catch a glimpse of us</div>Yu Chenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09470567950382306658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220407962330716152.post-2315606164028765922021-02-03T00:11:00.002-05:002021-02-03T00:11:58.677-05:00February 3, 2021<div style="text-align: left;"><div> warps the rain</div><div>slips in glow</div><div>plum of skin</div><div>on discovered bone</div><div>my almost flesh</div><div>breaks</div><div>grim or sweet</div><div>to the air before</div><div>the breath after</div><div>this tame morn</div><div>I cannot rinse </div><div>the what if</div><div>pit of it</div></div>Yu Chenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09470567950382306658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220407962330716152.post-8577928521468896822020-12-21T22:00:00.003-05:002020-12-21T22:00:45.900-05:00December 21, 2020<div style="text-align: left;">in stillness again<br />gladly<br />the oblivion of blood that must be earned<br />I will not forget your rubric</div>Yu Chenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09470567950382306658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220407962330716152.post-54675910959285706922019-02-13T20:16:00.001-05:002019-02-13T20:16:30.504-05:00February 13, 2019if your hand were placed among other hands<br />
in my particular table of night<br />
in a place of few stars<br />
to draw my eyes down to open cliffs<br />
or the falling tempest of already you<br />
in whose veins I would always rush<br />
back to the heart of the tottered sea<br />
where your soft body may still carve <br />
the strides and wells <br />
that become its contours inclined to me—<br />
I would say:<br />
may it never sweep the absence of desire<br />
nor the perished dust of my breaking days<br />
but perform its annotation or requirement still<br />
to the futile immolation of lamp and moon<br />
let’s evermore pretend this is the beginning<br />
new worlds don’t excite me nearly as muchYu Chenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09470567950382306658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220407962330716152.post-59721137324033462772018-12-31T23:59:00.002-05:002019-01-01T19:35:21.393-05:00December 31, 2018hyperion titan, whose glory feeds<br />
resurrection of all the world:<br />
wake me like that pious bird<br />
with your outstretched arm<br />
inviting permutation and activity<br />
and beckon once more my resolve<br />
past impressions of every promise<br />
daily burned and daily buried,<br />
that i might do more than linger<br />
beyond the capitulation of doubt<br />
and at the end of many days<br />
under a piece of sky barely lit<br />
dream to compare<br />
your treasure and mineYu Chenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09470567950382306658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220407962330716152.post-3490802711315494982017-11-21T00:36:00.003-05:002017-11-21T00:36:35.309-05:00November 21, 2017The wind that wraps itself<br />
Into the limb of night<br />
Has brought this leaf<br />
Straying to my window,<br />
As if intending some watery trade<br />
To me as I once vainly to your lips,<br />
Those that I remember—<br />
Fragrant artificer of clouds<br />
By whose power might’ve been converted<br />
How many storms’ swift scimitar<br />
To rustles and mere murmurs of sleep.<br />
But your barren inclination with my disaster matched<br />
Made of inarticulate and too subtle force nothing.<br />
Yet not nothing has my thought condensed<br />
In the misty chamber of alleviated time<br />
To signification beyond all trails’ decay<br />
Behind morbid, torrential weather...<br />
How distant you are to this leaf<br />
Which I know in wending dream will ease away,<br />
And from my mind’s false assignment depart—<br />
Tomorrow, unseen, pressed out in the shade,<br />
Richer to have given, not lost, its colors.Yu Chenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09470567950382306658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220407962330716152.post-35501878040728768252017-08-05T14:32:00.000-04:002017-08-05T14:32:55.628-04:00August 5, 2017to pikes! o MEGALODON<br />
my lines blood-raked<br />
minutes gone<br />
in vagrant waters clipped<br />
slight halberds<br />
take an ear, a lip<br />
leave mine<br />
the summoned breezes<br />
your shimmer<br />
like a dear, fervent star<br />
(the right star)<br />
that once glided o'er<br />
the honeyed, whispering sea<br />
in me<br />
vivid, unseen—<br />
but now you are here<br />
& I love your teeth upon the foamYu Chenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09470567950382306658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220407962330716152.post-37366652208606823612017-07-08T19:20:00.002-04:002017-07-08T20:26:49.821-04:00July 8, 2017its drops become my finger<br />
its seal presses upon my hair<br />
saying: break—<br />
<br />
beneath this convergence of light<br />
I must open and scatter<br />
like a dream taught to the water<br />
by the closed, unmoving air<br />
of summerYu Chenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09470567950382306658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220407962330716152.post-67336826160799874752016-12-23T04:12:00.001-05:002016-12-23T04:12:59.431-05:00December 23, 2016no more the dry metallic sun<br />
or the red haze burnt<br />
nor skin heavy as earth<br />
when the wild skirmishing dust<br />
whose cry is familiar to me<br />
finds rest on my tongue<br />
I will sink into this spire of wind<br />
and this dune, the powder of my blood,<br />
till there's nothing left to wither<br />
but the silent uncoding dark<br />
whose face<br />
is familiar to meYu Chenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09470567950382306658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220407962330716152.post-35116974445401024432016-12-02T03:19:00.000-05:002016-12-02T03:19:13.473-05:00December 2, 2016a violent elision—<br />
this change of color<br />
this second bloom<br />
the whiteness racing<br />
against pure blue<br />
—you might too<br />
with mute vigor<br />
chase morphoses<br />
in the silver-marrowed air<br />
or! waking<br />
gather to yourself<br />
in its bright extension<br />
the time-lapse of another<br />
partingYu Chenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09470567950382306658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220407962330716152.post-67167031086365332682016-09-10T21:52:00.000-04:002016-10-15T16:34:12.106-04:00September 10, 2016leftward, towards light<br />
the only true ruin<br />
⌵<br />
spear in the daybreak sun<br />
make me hands<br />
like kinetic incense<br />
on the mothed wind<br />
be a relic of me<br />
high-dispersed(( see<br />
your memory's action<br />
disedge and reply<br />
elsewhere in<br />
the grass<br />
and<br />
peaks<br />
farYu Chenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09470567950382306658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220407962330716152.post-35621636662149358122016-09-03T22:10:00.002-04:002019-01-01T01:17:36.516-05:00September 3, 2016bit of molding on the low wall<br />
good place to thump your brains… out<br />
/a prudent time for deceleration<br />
if I could slow any furtherYu Chenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09470567950382306658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220407962330716152.post-9118005981992219922016-06-08T00:10:00.002-04:002016-10-14T18:56:43.948-04:00June 8, 2016gothic blur<br />
revisit me<br />
salt-dazzled<br />
frail<br />
unshoulder my listing<br />
to lines of ease, never—<br />
<br />
June! how these days of nothing compile<br />
(like meekly accentuated breaths)Yu Chenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09470567950382306658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220407962330716152.post-90606027999994151322016-06-07T23:46:00.000-04:002016-10-14T18:56:17.007-04:00June 7, 2016I am as disembodied<br />
as this bled-out<br />
too-distant morning:<br />
subtle flesh<br />
thinly speak<br />
close over<br />
when I most miss<br />
when I’m vaguely aware<br />
the phone is ringing<br />
fresh skin—<br />
my best relapse<br />
invokes dreams<br />
?whichway which beyondYu Chenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09470567950382306658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220407962330716152.post-62570541210967970022016-04-21T18:38:00.003-04:002016-04-21T18:38:56.016-04:00April 21, 2016do small things<br />
if I seem<br />
just in time<br />
not to see<br />
myself in a different window<br />
frame-rusted, chewed<br />
voice: a whisper<br />
sibyl in the broken snow<br />
scraping with her fingernails<br />
a knot in a strand of hair<br />
brushed over<br />
grew<br />
lamplight in my handYu Chenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09470567950382306658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220407962330716152.post-48885164964035881402016-04-20T17:40:00.000-04:002016-04-20T17:40:03.021-04:00April 20, 2016where I should begin anew<br />
by your perfect thought<br />
love!<br />
my stranger<br />
off-pink<br />
your maw<br />
open to search<br />
save me<br />
the trouble of departing<br />
the study of names..<br />
replacementYu Chenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09470567950382306658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220407962330716152.post-56173656367146591222016-03-14T02:50:00.001-04:002016-03-14T03:32:02.190-04:00March 14, 2016can it come<br />
swollen drabness<br />
unclean<br />
stride<br />
and the rain gets suddenly louder darker beige doneYu Chenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09470567950382306658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220407962330716152.post-90267500326731595662016-03-10T00:12:00.000-05:002016-03-10T00:12:14.241-05:00March 10, 2016skin of animals<br />
all she is<br />
corner print<br />
ammo print<br />
spend weakly here<br />
prefer<br />
silence to music<br />
the sensation of travel<br />
biteYu Chenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09470567950382306658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220407962330716152.post-68742186099503540622016-03-07T00:25:00.000-05:002016-03-07T00:25:18.142-05:00March 7, 2016leaves that follow me<br />
in the morning<br />
(I am quieter than you are)<br />
—show me!<br />
swiftness of autumn//<br />
nothing is swept<br />
<br />
as I move<br />
barelyYu Chenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09470567950382306658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220407962330716152.post-28628561784810895332015-11-20T20:00:00.002-05:002015-11-20T20:00:59.484-05:00November 20, 2015Magnolia stellata—<br />
Your funereal bloom<br />
Petals the ground still damp with rain,<br />
Softens my ragged, encumbered pace<br />
That wants to loiter and receive<br />
Your gestured reprieve,<br />
And remain stationed in your sullen grace<br />
Beyond the pensive transport of night<br />
Rolling by and gathering<br />
All wreaths<br />
Like smoky, mingled constellations<br />
Into its colder arms,<br />
And carrying with them<br />
The maimed pallor of its own endless return.<br />
<br />
To this place also in memory only<br />
Will I myself come again,<br />
Setting coarser or darkened shroud<br />
Over your barest abstraction of stars…Yu Chenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09470567950382306658noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1220407962330716152.post-74356579130297033922015-09-29T07:10:00.001-04:002015-09-29T07:10:08.001-04:00September 29, 2015Only I don’t know<br />
How to go—<br />
Hail, <i>negation</i> of pursuit!<br />
(Somewhat more calamitous your silence is to me.)Yu Chenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09470567950382306658noreply@blogger.com