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All That I’ve Loved Most Dearly: a poem by Yuan Changming

Abstract painting, pink, green and blue, with white rain, image by Layers, on Pixabay, modified.

abstract image by Layers, on Pixabay, modified

All That I’ve Loved Most Dearly: for Helena Qi Hong

When I die at another antlike moment like this

No human crowds would gather to mourn my loss

Nor would anybody really notice my departure

Much less shed tears, even if because of the wind

Yet I am sure trees will shake off their leaves, horses

Will stampede, raindrops will taste somewhat salty

Hills & mountains will all murmur in a muted voice

Above all, Zhuhai will weep under sagging clouds

For it well knows there will be no more human soul

On this planet trying to connect with the city as far

As from beyond the Pacific, so closely & constantly

With its myriad spirited fingers caressing every

Synapse of the neighborhood, the very building

Where you dwell, while poetry cannot help feeling

Empty as if its heart were hollowed by my absence

Editor’s note: Zhuhai is a city in Guangdong province,

People's Republic of China. The city’s name means "pearl sea."

(Previously published in Ricepaper Magazine)


Yuan Changming is the co-editor of Poetry Pacific, along with Allen Yuan

at He has a Ph.D. in English from the University

of Saskatchewan, 12 Pushcart nominations, and 12 chapbooks, his most

recent titled E.dening. His work appears in Best of the Best Canadian

Poetry (2008-17), Best New Poems Online, and Poetry Daily, among

others. Also, Yuan was nominated for and served on the jury for Canada's

National Magazine Awards (poetry category).

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