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Chinese Incarnation is a recent poetry collection by 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.
Excerpt
Dough hill
There is this dough hill
I climbed it after I went to a country style restaurant
French fries with some vinegar, pea soup
It is good to eat with Pepsi
Dough hill
When I climb it
I think of bread, dough specifically
Then I sit down on the mountain to write stories
Sleigh, slang, rhythm
Dough’s rein is strange
It is quite straight most of the time
And when it fails, dough is nervous
Dough hill
One I like to climb all the time
When I have free time
And when I feel like to eat
Strictly what is dough hill
No one knows except dough
He is a man, and especially when he feels like to eat
And his rein, his rein always breaks in the sky
Sainted boy doesn’t dance
One, two, three
Identical to up, down, high
Sainted boy doesn’t dance
He simply read the Bible and
Running to the woods with a delight
Sainted boy doesn’t dance
He sleighs with a delinquent smile
He challenges those fellows in the church
He doesn’t have much money
But it doesn’t affect he will grow big
Sainted boy doesn’t dance
It is wild out there
People tend to run in their own way
Bt sainted boy, sainted boy
He is a good boy
Sainted boy doesn’t dance
It is this Tuesday afternoon
He is like usual
Watching a video called “Eastern Promises”
And he tends to lead the way
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 nails, 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
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