Ya Hu,originally Jianxiong Hu, member of Fujian Writers Association,editor of Strait Poetry. He began to write poetry since late 1980's. He has published a book of poetry The Seed of Wind by Strait Literary Publishing Company.
It's already wearing drizzle outside the window, and the front eaves have combed their bangs.
I like your adorable look, but can't bear your misty appearance.
Through the bangs draped in drizzle, the distance feels very close But in your eyes, I retreat a thousand miles, ten thousand miles.
What kind of space is this? It traps time.
What kind of time is this? It thieves space.
We look for dimensions in the shadow
Trying not to miss the faintest sign.
Even if dampness stains symmetric reality,
Those invisible internal principles are still unwilling to detach.
Even if he has gotten used to groping in the dark,
He still wishes to light up the sound.
The outer shell of spring time is pierced.
After all things acquire wings,
New integration has begun within and outside the field of vision.
And its owner has eased into the resplendent dark.
Who is it?
One hand holds the past, the other holds the future.