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Chinese Incarnation is a free-verse poetry collection by a Chinese writer and poet Sha Yan.
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Chinese Incarnation
Sha Yan tried to express himself in a free-verse tone with his contemporary yet classical images and themes. He is exelled with the English poetry incorporated with Chinese touch. His fine craft ranging from office environment to scenes you can see on the street and the Internet chatrooms. By applying an unique style and poignant contrasts in poetry creation, this colletion stimulates tastes and interesting thoughts in the poet's plain English words. "Chinese Incarnation" sets the scene here in North America and it is a collection recommended to read.
Sha Yan applied English style of rythm, image making and theme in his poetry collection, "Chinese Incarnation". He tried to express himself in this collection a free spirited man, and in turn he succeeded such and created his unique free verse in a deep and thought-provoking tone. The collection is his second poetry collection.
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About little
I bought a little scarlet red candle
And a little penguin clay candleholder
Set it burning, little lit
Faint light, sparkles in this little day
Little spirit
Flawless throughout the little day
About little, very little
That little job interview didn’t go very bad
Little job, little sprawl
Very little fine wine
Signifies the little red candle
Little flesh and blood
Very little, this little
Feeling little, like a little grass
That is too little
And thought, it will be a little
Cynical about human
Cynical about human
Water tides and a win
Wash in the jungle white spin
Swing, cling
Stride not the man walking away with a leash
Alex, my colleague, he is a man
Lent me twenty dollars in a corporate lunch
I paid him back when I got my paycheck
He reminds me a man borrowed twenty from me
But I never got it back from him
My neighbor, he is an university professor
And he takes subway to his work
I remember he always says
“How are you doing for today,
I wish you do better.”
I like Sleeman, as a beer
That kid opposite me in the café
He bites his mails, he has a pale face
I think he is up to something
Thinking, and drinks his coffee
Cynical about human
Human can do a lot, and they laugh all the time
Good will they stride
And the fortune, that’s the last one
They think it will vest
The wall
I am standing on this wall
Of majority and minority
The wall is built upon cultural assimilation
That different lives live upon
The wall is rigid, the wall is so dull
That the cultural and racial indifferences
Lay here in front of this wall
And men, women and children here live within
That London police
He slapped that woman’s face
In the G-20 Summit in London
Where people were having protests
Yes, that woman, she is a literature reviewer
She said my book is for immigration purposes
But I intended to have it read in broad audiences
She was wrong, I am the wrier, and I know the details
Poverty if the line that will not vanish
Immunity is not with the Swine Flu
Rigidity is the key majority thinks
And they so like their spirituality
There is no end of it
The wall is built
And the meaning of lives of all
I am standing on it, the wall
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