Sonnet 1
Feng Zhi, 1941
tr. Huiwen Zhang, 2011
We prepare to receive deeply
Those unimaginable miracles.
In all the endless years suddenly
Emerges a comet, wild winds stir:
Our being in this split second
As if in the first ever embrace
All past joy and grief before our eyes suddenly
Take definite shape.
We sing the praise of those tiny insects
That, after mating once
Or resisting danger once,
End their precious lives.
Our whole being enfolds
The stirring of wild winds, the emergence of a comet.
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