Poems by Wang Jiaxin

wanlixing     2026-06-30
摘要: Wang Jiaxin: poet, critic, and translator, born in 1957 in Danjiangkou City, Hubei Province. He graduated from the Department of Chinese Language and Literature at Wuhan University and has served as professor and doctoral supervisor at the School of Literature, Renmin University of China since 2006. He has published nearly fifty volumes, including poetry collections, poetic essays, literary essays, and translated poetry. His works have been translated into multiple languages and published abroad, including German editions such as "Twilight on Gotland," "Late Offerings," and "Poems from a Diary," Croatian edition "Night Train," Dutch edition "Ashes of Dawn," and English edition "The Darkened Mirror."


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Poems by Wang Jiaxin


Translated by John Balcom

 

 

 

Bio of the Author

   Wang Jiaxin: poet, critic, and translator, born in 1957 in Danjiangkou City, Hubei Province. He graduated from the Department of Chinese Language and Literature at Wuhan University and has served as professor and doctoral supervisor at the School of Literature, Renmin University of China since 2006. He has published nearly fifty volumes, including poetry collections, poetic essays, literary essays, and translated poetry. His works have been translated into multiple languages and published abroad, including German editions such as "Twilight on Gotland," "Late Offerings," and "Poems from a Diary," Croatian edition "Night Train," Dutch edition "Ashes of Dawn," and English edition "The Darkened Mirror."

 

 

Bertolt Brecht

 

“No need to drive a nail into the wall”*

—that’s what Brecht said.

But we’ve already hammered in so many,

We’ve hung nothing on the wall

Other than a few dark holes.

 

 

Someone

 

Someone talks too much, someone lives in silence

 

Someone says: “playing a violin in Auschwitz 

is just like dancing on a corpse”

 

Someone’s eyes burn in the dark

But are blinded by bright light

 

Someone writes disaster poems, others ask me to do so

 

Just like dancing on a corpse

 

Someone walks down the red carpet again, someone

Turns down a small path through the woods

 

Pine needles carpeting the ground, moister than our eyes

November 2023


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