Poetry

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By

Hongri Yuan

I Was Originally The God of the Gods

I shall change seawater into honey?

smelt the stone into the gold?

The bitter is namely sweet?

The sun is born from the womb of the night.

Oh, my God! no matter what if you are really the God

Oh, the devil! no matter how much tricks you have

Today, I am neither living nor dying

I want to put you all into the golden tripod of time

I am originally outside of the earth

I will leave one day

Although I have forgotten many years

But I woke up finally today

From a little drop of water

The world came into being

It was originally a tear of mine

I was originally the God of the Gods

The World is in a Box

The world is in a box

The little timeworn world

A Lilliput

The President of the king’s prime minister

Those kings, premiers and presidents

Those dwarfs in the scroll of time’s picture

They do not believe the additional sun

Both like a diamond and like gold

Make you warm in winter

Make you cool in summer

Neither have they seen the sweet ocean

Nor have they known heaven outside time

Forgotten those gods who like mountains

Are the ones the former ancients owned

The King of the Diamonds

The sun was rising in my breast

I woke up finally

Say goodbye to the night’s nightmare

The world was lit up by me

This is actually the real me

There is no longer day and night

There are no longer newborns and death

I got back myself

Before there are was no earth and heaven

I have existed from the beginning

The world is just my works:

a picture, a poem

a symphony

Give me a stone

I will turn it into the king of the diamonds.

Poems translated from Chinese by Yuanbing Zhang

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.