What Shall I Read ?

Try Eleanor Goodman’s lovely translations of Chinese poet Wang Xiaoni’s Something Crosses My Mind (Zephyr Press). Her lyrical poems wonder at and want to celebrate the human figures at work in a landscape that perhaps she has seen from a passing train, or observed in their stillness – “…there are always people at dusk/looking like bent black nails”. She often collapses time and expands or contracts space in her unhurried appreciative meditations: “I want to call for them to stand up”.

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