New Perspectives on Contemporary Chinese Poetry

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Light is the poet’s lyric, and this is why we sing. Some of us cling to

the singing and do not hope for release, while others cannot bear the

sound and so hope for a sweeter silence in words that are tempered in

nature’s harmony. Whatever our course, there is always the moon and

its dance, where the song is played in a blues kind of rendering of the

lyric.

The moon and its dance live in a place where egos dare not go.

Afaa Michael Weaver

b. Michael S. Weaver





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