Afternoon in Yunnan,
no mention of poetry,
no exchange about human sufferings before we went to bed.
We were two women,
neither was a mother.
We talked about the starry sky, the philosophy of Kant,
Mother Teresa, and cardiology.
We mused about those atheists that turned pious in old age,
and how shadows could be prettier than the objects.
There was a different perspective then: being childless kept us whole.
Na Ye – from 21st Century Chinese Poetry, No. 8
Na Ye 娜夜
Ms. Na Ye was born in Liaoning Province of Manchurian descent, but grew up in China’s northwest region. She graduated from the Chinese Department of Nanjing University. She has published four poetry collections, among them Savoring Love, My Cold Lips and Poems by Na Ye, and received the prestigious Luxun Literary Award for her poetic works. She lives and works in Gansu Province as a journalist.