Hai Zi's poems

Author: Hai Zi
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Publishing Date: 2001-10-01
Features: Although Hai Zi did not like being seen as a lyrical poet, he might have reluctantly admitted that he was indeed just a lyrical poet. Hai Zi once said, "lyricism is blood." We find that Hai Zi was very honest: all his works are red, soaked in blood, and born after being branded with fire. From "Asian Copper" in 1984 to "Spring, Ten Hai Zis" on March 14, 1989, we see the poet's lifelong passion and sorrow, his attachment to all beautiful things, and his excitement and concern for the mundane and the sublime aspects of life. This book collects the essence of the poems of the late poet Hai Zi, whose poetry, with its unique style, is deeply loved by readers. These poems reflect the poet's attachment to all beautiful things, his excitement and concern for the mundane and the sublime aspects of life.
Our lips possess the blue water, filled in earthen jars, along with more than a dozen southern stars, sparks, early sorrowful partings. O years, you are the one in black clothes, discovering branches of plants in the wilderness, your feet sinking into the earth.
Excerpt: Diary Sister, tonight I am in Delingha, the night covers sister, tonight I have only the Gobi grasslands at the end, my hands empty, in sorrow I cannot hold a single drop of tears Sister, tonight I am in Delingha, this is a desolate city in the rain, except for those who pass by and those who live here, Delingha... tonight, this is the only, last, lyricism. This is the only, last, grassland. I return the stone to the stone, let victory be victorious tonight, Qinghai only belongs to myself, everything is growing, tonight I have only the beautiful Gobi, empty. Sister, tonight I am not concerned about humanity, I only want you.
Afterword: In the autumn of 1991, we found Mr. Xi Chuan and asked him to compile a short poetry collection of Hai Zi. Before this, several publishing houses had already approached Mr. Xi Chuan for manuscripts. It is understandable that fellow poets would be interested. However, we quickly reached an agreement with Mr. Xi Chuan: it was more suitable to have Renmin Literature Publishing House publish a relatively complete collection of Hai Zi's short poems. In the spring of 1992, we began to publish, originally planning to see the book in the spring of 1993, but the project was stopped just as it was about to go to press due to changes in work arrangements and personnel. In the nearly two years that followed, many friends who loved and cared about Hai Zi's poetry asked us and Mr. Xi Chuan about the publication status of the collection. While feeling uneasy, we were deeply moved. Now, this collection is finally presented to all of you, and we thank all the friends who haveed and supported our work.
From 1984 to 1989, in less than five years, Hai Zi created an astonishing number of outstanding works, including short poems, long poems, poetic dramas, and some notes. Among them, his short poems are the most widely circulated and influential. As the poet himself said, his short poems are purely lyrical, with the force of a cleaver and an axe. From "Asian Copper" in 1984 to "Spring, Ten Hai Zis" on March 14, 1989, we see the poet's lifelong passion and sorrow. His attachment to all beautiful things, his excitement and concern for the mundane and the sublime aspects of life—all of these cannot accommodate any more thoughts or truths. However, the poet's sincere nature did not hinder the linguistic restraint and refinement required for excellent poetry. Most of his short poems are also impeccable in terms of poetic art. Allegory, pure song, and meditative confession are its three basic forms, which are self-sufficient and highly effective. We entrusted Mr. Xi Chuan to select more than 160 short poems from Hai Zi's over 200, and during the specific editing process, we made a few additions and deletions to make the collection as refined as possible. After the short poems, we also excerpted a part of the long poem "Messiah" to allow readers to compare Hai Zi's different forms of creation.