Hongri Yuan – Wine of Soul

Profile Hongri Yuan LE P&W Sept 2019

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Wine of Soul, poems by Chinese Poet Hongri Yuan

Hongri Yuan, born in China in 1962, is a poet and philosopher interested particularly in creation. Representative works include Platinum City, Gold City, Golden Paradise, Gold Sun and Golden Giant. His poetry has been published in the UK, USA, India, New Zealand, Canada and Nigeria.

Translated from Mandarin by Yuanbing Zhang.

Interstellar Kingdom

My snowflakes are white flames
and death is the singing of the golden car from the kingdom of heaven.
I walked through the black forests for many years and slept soundly on the rocks
forgot images of the world, until the wings of gold were like clouds
when I heard a call from the outer world,
which was as sweet as the sun rays
I opened the doors of the ninety-ninth floor of heaven
the interstellar kingdom, with fragrant words of honey.

Gods’s Solemn Kingdom of Heaven

I dreamed that the giant ships of the earth were flying in space
into the center of the Milky Way.
The vast kingdom of stars were suddenly like the great never-withering flowers of the universe
and their flames were fragrant and burning.
I heard the nameless fairy music,
which revived my prehistoric memory
ten thousand volumes of gold books, layer upon layer
huge wings like the rocs in the clouds,
piggybacked a city of giants from outer word
that gods solemn Kingdom of Heaven.





Wine of Soul

I picked a bunch of fairy flowers from the garden outside,
to make you instantly recall the prehistoric days of immortals
that travel leisurely by the light.
The golden car of the Dragon and Phoenix stayed on the island of fairyland,
and the layering of mountains of towers soared straight up into the purple sky;
a chant of a jade flute attracted the angels,
as if a bevy of birds hovered in succession
which made time sweet, like top-quality wine of soul.

Angel’s Beautiful Image of White Feathers

The birds in my head sang the music of the Kingdom of Heaven,
sprinkled the rain of sweet dew and honeyed the dusty world
made the bones like jade and the king of soul to smile.
A golden axe cut off the body of a black python for thousands of years,
and the light of dawn bloomed in the giant’s prehistoric garden,
made the angel’s beautiful image of white feathers
intoxicate a giant city beyond the sky.





© Hongri Yuan