Ma Yongbo: A Dream at the Beginning of Winter (English & Chinese)
The broad leaves of the sycamore tree fall onto the small car,
once all the leaves have fallen, the car’s colour turns white,
receiving signals from the stars of the departed
December 21, 2025 · 41 Comments
Wang Jiaxin: Two Poems
Walking down the scorching streets of Moscow,
Osip turned to Anna and said:
“I’m ready to die.”
Rimbaud said that every poem is the last.
November 23, 2025 · 17 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
Yongbo Ma: Midway Stop
It was an autumn long ago
I was still young then, still in love with something
May 7, 2024 · 10 Comments
