by Changming Yuan (November 2017)
The Shadow, Pablo Picasso, 1953
Man, As He Really Is
Is far beyond God’s imagination
Let alone understanding
If you really love Earth, you wouldn’t be
Afraid to show it to the world, let alone her
Most websites don’t even last fourteen
Months, let alone fourteen years
They never thought they’d be able to do
Any serious reading, let alone thinking
Some people can’t help inventing lies
Let alone telling them
The sun shines on you but not on me
Let alone my shadow
I always expect the world to leave me
Alone, let alone my poetry
Close Up
Trees everywhere
On each road, in every yard
But only far, and farther away
In a virgin forest can you hear
The songs from a tree’s ringed heart
In the shiny shape of a woman
Sitting close to your chest and
Throat, with all the green spirits
Set free from the carved cleft holes
Resonating in a foreign land
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Yuan Changming edits Poetry Pacific with Allen Yuan in Vancouver. Credits include 12 Pushcart nominations for poetry and 2 for fiction besides appearances in Best of the Best Canadian Poetry (2008-17), BestNewPoemsOnline and 2019 other literary outlets worldwide. A poetry judge for Canada’s 2021 National Magazine Awards, Yuan began writing and publishing fiction in 2022.
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