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<\/a>Detail from Ai Weiwei: Fault Line<\/em>. Marble replica of twisted iron rebar pulled from one of the schools that collapsed in the Sichuan Earthquake (Rebar & Case<\/em>, 2014). Photograph by Ian Boyden<\/p><\/div> AUGUST 2<\/p>\n \u96c5\u6708 Like a drifting white feather. <\/p>\n AUGUST 3<\/p>\n \u5b50\u51cc What glaciers within your heart? <\/p>\n AUGUST 5<\/p>\n \u84d3 Held so quietly, <\/p>\n AUGUST 7<\/p>\n \u6885\u4e00 Her name like a strangelet, <\/p>\n AUGUST 9<\/p>\n \u79cb\u66fc The ducks swam through the reflections <\/p>\n AUGUST 10<\/p>\n \u7433\u8553 When asked, she traced her name on the palm of her hand\u2014 <\/p>\n AUGUST 12<\/p>\n \u6797 The forest bisected as if by a mirror. <\/p>\n AUGUST 13<\/p>\n \u96f2\u6fe4 The limestone bones coil The clouds fade <\/p>\n AUGUST 15<\/p>\n \u61f7\u4ec1 He never imagined the shaking earth <\/p>\n AUGUST 24<\/p>\n \u8a69\u96e8 When she wrote her name, And when it rained, On those days of rain, Feathered Colorful Cloud <\/p>\n AUGUST 25<\/p>\n \u65ed It has always appeared there is only one sun Who will hold the archer Houyi responsible?<\/p>\n <\/p>\n AUGUST 26<\/p>\n \u552f Even now, <\/p>\n AUGUST 29<\/p>\n \u660e\u975e Distant stars blossomed like the faintest footsteps Read more from Ian Boyden’s “A Forest of Names” in the following links:<\/strong><\/p>\n “Introduction to ‘A Forest of Names'”<\/a><\/p>\n A Forest of Names \u2014 January selections<\/a><\/p>\n A Forest of Names \u2014 February selections<\/a><\/p>\n A Forest of Names \u2014 March selections<\/a><\/p>\n A Forest of Names \u2014 April selections<\/a><\/p>\n A Forest of Names \u2014 May selections<\/a><\/p>\n A Forest of Names \u2014 June selections<\/a><\/p>\n A Forest of Names \u2014 July selections<\/a><\/p>\n A Forest of Names \u2014 September selections<\/a><\/p>\n A Forest of Names \u2014 October selections<\/a><\/p>\n A Forest of Names \u2014 November selections<\/a><\/p>\n
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\nElegant Moon<\/p>\n
\nLike a tusk glowing in the shadows.<\/p>\n
\nChild of Thick Ice<\/p>\n
\nSlow. Unremitting. Melting, calving.
\nAt the edge: sapphire blue.<\/p>\n
\nFlower Bud<\/p>\n
\nthey failed to call her name.
\nStill, she sat
\nand waited for the thunder.<\/p>\n
\nPlum Flower Singularity<\/p>\n
\nconverting each who called to her
\ninto a swirl of blossoms.<\/p>\n
\nAutumn Vast & Beautiful<\/p>\n
\nof trees and marsh grass,
\nwith no thought of flying south.<\/p>\n
\nJade-forest Grass-cloud<\/p>\n
\nits etymology also a line of fate.<\/p>\n
\nForest<\/p>\n
\nAnd yet the bird that flies from tree to tree
\ndoes not arc through its own reflection.<\/p>\n
\nCloud Wave<\/p>\n
\nan endless wave of question marks.<\/p>\n
\nbut the questions do not.<\/p>\n
\nHeart of Humanity<\/p>\n
\nwould reveal those who had lost the heart of his name.<\/p>\n
\nRain of Poems<\/p>\n
\nshe always added extra drops
\nfalling from the cloud.<\/p>\n
\nshe never opened her umbrella,
\nlet the drops soak every last everything,
\nand felt the ancient oceanic murmurings
\nrise within her and knew
\nshe had been loved by the cloud.<\/p>\n
\nshe did not write her name,
\nfor once again she had become the paper
\nthe clouds have written love notes on
\nsince the beginning of falling:<\/p>\n
\n\u7fbd\u96ef<\/p>\n
\nAurora<\/p>\n
\nbut in its shadow, the eclipse of countless others,
\nthe seared feathers of ravens\u2026 mangled chariots\u2026.<\/p>\n
\nOnly<\/p>\n
\nif you call her name,
\nyou\u2019ll become a singing bird.<\/p>\n
\nLuminosity and Its Absence<\/p>\n
\nas the Earth\u2019s shadow fell across the moon.<\/p>\n
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