Ma Yongbo: Your Voice
Your voice, echoing in the narrow and dark corridor,
continuously echoing, warm and bright,
as if beyond this ordinary dusk
there is no hunger, toil and separation in the world.
October 23, 2025 · 9 Comments
Four Poems by Helen Pletts 海伦·普莱茨 translated into Chinese by Ma Yongbo 马永波
we are the weeping spring rain
May 10, 2025 · 21 Comments
Ma Yongbo: I Have Always Been in Love With You (English and Chinese)
Sometimes I suddenly stop on the road
feel a breeze brushing my ears
That’s you passing by
December 21, 2024 · 16 Comments
Helen Pletts: love lies like a silver thought on still water
and when the light catches up with it, I catch myself
and throw myself into the depths
November 9, 2024 · 17 Comments
Deborah Bogen: Three poems by Yongbo Ma
…thunder is like a guarantee that everything exists,
that the wine will not sour,
that the season will turn again,
as it always has.
February 12, 2024 · 24 Comments
Sam Hamill — To the Tune: Spring at Wu Ling
The breeze has passed, pollen dust settled, and now the evening comes as I comb out my hair. There is the book, the inkstone, the table. But he who was … Continue reading
March 26, 2018 · Leave a comment
