Now it’s dawn, and a chorus of birds and busesĪnd little dogs yapping drive away the remnants of sleep. Itching and scratching, trying to keep cool. (Awkwardly in English): Welcome You to Enjoy Beijing Olympics.Ĭicadas signal the start of the summer heat, Is a pile of rubble, and a team of workmen are Hard to live here, when, stepping out one morning, you discover your bank It was 1980, I'd seen pictures of those revolutionariesĪnd here she was smiling up at me, ‘Teacher?’ she says. Nevertheless today I’m in a good mood and smile backĪs it’s only the one millionth time I’ve been told those words.Ĭhubby pink cheeks, hair in untidy bunches ‘I think you speak very good Chinese’, he grins goofily. ‘Hao, xiexie’ I say, handing over a couple of mao Its giants’ clubs of stainless steel spikes glinting in the sun Hands wet with sweat, I notice, as always, that scary sculpture, In the blissful shade of the scholar trees
Henanese workmen squat on their yellow helmets, In the waters of the Songjiang wades a shaggy brown dog Nor can the souls of Our Land remain unchanged Indistinct the tails of dragon and phoenix I touched you and you ripped my heart out Some of these poems were read out on The Verb, during the 'Focus on China' seasonĬould anything ever be said to replace what we once were?
The lines begin with the letters C, H, I, N, A. Here are five line poems, sent in by Radio 3 listeners, composed about any aspect of China, contemporary or otherwise.
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