Chen-ou Liu's Translation Project: First English-Chinese Haiku and Tanka Blog

Friday, November 16, 2018

The Imaginary, The Symbolic, and The Real

On this bleak night, a blank page stares at me. It looks like an abyss, capable of as much anxiety as a black hole in my universe of words. When I manage to scrawl some thoughts, suddenly there comes a tapping, tapping at my window.

a glimpse
of the American crow
Friday the 13th

translation by Chrysanthemum Editorial Team

Das Imaginäre, das Symbolische und das Reale

In dieser düsteren Nacht starrt mich eine leere Seite an. Sie sieht aus wie ein Abgrund mit dem Angstpotential eines schwarzen Lochs im Universum meiner Worte. Wenn ich es dann schaffe, ein paar Gedanken hinzukritzeln, ist da plötzlich ein Klopfen, Klopfen an meinem Fenster

ein kurzer Blick
der amerikanischen Krähe
Freitag, der Dreizehnte

Thursday, November 15, 2018

Top of the Ferris Wheel Tanka

at the top
of the ferris wheel
a boy
stretches both his arms
to touch summer stars

translation by Chrysanthemum Editorial Team

auf der Spitze
des Riesenrads
ein Junge
streckt beide Arme aus
um die Sommersterne zu berühren

Chrysanthemum No. 24. October 2018

Tuesday, November 13, 2018

Gay Son Haiku

empty room …    
what remains    
of their gay son
 

translation by Chrysanthemum Editorial Team

leeres Zimmer ...
was bleibt
von ihrem homosexuellen Sohn

Chrysanthemum No. 24. October 2018

Monday, November 12, 2018

Selected Tanka Sequence: Happy Families Are All Alike

she and I
sit across the table
in the morning
bearing the silence
of another new year

separated
and yet living quietly
under the same roof
we used to share
a ripe pomegranate

she can’t stand me
even in a photo
bits and pieces
of our honeymoon
drifting into the dark


Atlas Poetica, 21, 2015

Selected Tanka: Jagged Piece of TimeTanka

my “now” 
written to fill up
a jagged piece
of time . . .
maple leaves turn yellow


Atlas Poetica, 21, 2015

Sunday, November 11, 2018

Saturday, November 10, 2018

Robin's Song Haiku

a fork in the road ...
I stop
for a robin's song

2018 Haiku Society of America Members’ Anthology

Friday, November 9, 2018

Selected Tanka Prose: A Walking Shadow

stage lights on . . .
my copy of Macbeth
battered
and its cover spotted
as if by white molds

I start reciting in a hoarse voice, Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow . . . In the back of my mind, I wonder if there is another tomorrow for a gentile like me in this promised land.

Atlas Poetica, 21, 2015

Selected Tanka: Twinge of Sadness Tanka

for naturalized Canadians

a giant Maple Leaf
in the ceremony
I answer
to my English name
with a twinge of sadness


Atlas Poetica, 21, 2015

Thursday, November 8, 2018

Bitterness Tanka

all the bitterness
locked inside her heart ...
the clicking
of grandma’s needles
late into the night

Atlas Poetica, 34, 2018

Wednesday, November 7, 2018

Scabs Tanka

she replies
in a flat tone
don’t worry, I’m fine . . .
her arms dotted with scabs
fresh, half-healed and old

Atlas Poetica, 34, 2018

Tuesday, November 6, 2018

Real News About Fake News

Any resemblance to current events or actual locales, or to living persons, is not coincidental.

election night
I too lose this pissing contest
with my shadow

NeverEnding Story, June 7, 2018

Fan and Foe Tanka

a Trump fan
and a Trump foe
air-quote each other --
the flight of white doves
from the public square

NeverEnding story, October 4, 2018

Monday, November 5, 2018

Starless Sky Tanka

a dung beetle
lies on its back
with its feet
toward the starless sky
this hopeless life, and yet . . .

Atlas Poetica, 34, 2018

Sunday, November 4, 2018

Blood Python Kyoka

my muse
a blood python
coils around me
a love poem ready
to spill itself out

Atlas Poetica, 34, 2018

Selected Kyoka: One-Click Revolution Kyoka

written for Twitter users who believe in the one-click revolution

on my screen
one #IamXXX pops up
after another ...
outside the cafe
an old man in rags

NeverEnding Story Tanka, February 3, 2015

Saturday, November 3, 2018