Purple Heart

Sebastian Song Zhitian

Description

Part of the meaning of life is to remember
It is often the pain that is constantly remembered
The hope is that pain will no longer be a sign of hurt
Rather, it is the strength and memory of life's existence
Bright moon, bamboo forest and butterflies ......
Traditional Chinese imagery will reveal a beautiful landscape painting
A place where the heart and soul of man can dwell
The vibrations of life will be calmed or resonate strongly
Poetry, fiction, essays ......
The diversity of genres will present a world of pure thought
The words here will have the power to soothe the heart
Unshackle your heart and face your true self

Sujets

• Poetry
• China

Informations

• Publié par: Partridge Publishing Singapore
• Date de parution: 03 janvier 2023
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781543772524
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 1 Mo

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PURPLE HEART
 
 
 
 
 
 
SEBASTIAN SONG ZHITIAN
 
 
 
 

 
Copyright © 2023 by Sebastian Song Zhitian.
 
ISBN:
Hardcover
978-1-5437-7254-8

Softcover
978-1-5437-7253-1

eBook
978-1-5437-7252-4
 
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CONTENTS
Foreword
SEASON 1:   I’M IN
A Faint Song from the Faraway
When a Drizzle Is Coming Down
Drops of Time
At Ease
Silence
Warming Years
When I Laugh
Great Time
Chasing the Setting Sun
Whispers of June
To a Piece of Winter’s Soul
The Eternity of Light
No Longer
Narcissus
Snow
Hear the Sound of Spring Rain Again
Fairy Tale
Begonia Reminiscence
Young Man
Telling
June
Summer Retrospect
I Stand in the Rain with a Distant Place in My Heart
The Last Ginkgo Leaf Has Fallen
If
The Tranquility Belonging to Me
I Went Out Alone in the Morning
I Still Have One More Day
SEASON 2:   THE SCENE IN
Prelude to the Breeze
City of Mist
The Land
Autumn
Half Li of Peach Blossoms
Dandelion in the Evening Breeze
She Is
Towards the Autumn
Wheat
In the Deep Mountains
Autumn and the Earth
River in the Night
I Look at the Starry Sky in a Lonely City
Magpie
What a Joyful Night
Smoky Forest
Wild Cypress
It Was a Rain in the South
The Garden
The Sea
August in Bloom
In the Snow
SEASON 3:   THINK IN
Reminiscence
Spring’s Daughter, Dream Fairy
Sunflower
Grace
Swan
Lyric to Youth
The Persistence of Moonlight
That Is the Song of Youth
Wandering
Paper Boat
The Finale of Summer
A Phoenix
The Song to North Wind
The Grey Bird and the Wind
Tribute to the Dark Night
Self Statement
Monologue
I Am in the Café
Muffled
Shackles
To Bury
I
Wallowed in Self-Pity
The Autumn Wind Has Passed
Luckily, We Live Only Once
Endless Love
Silhouette
Acknowledgement
May We Walk into Our Graves Hand in Hand
I Am the Sole Master on the Moss
APPENDIX
I.   Red Roof
II.   The Soul Selects Her Own Society
III.   Living in This Precious World
IV.   The Banquet in the Mid-Autumn Night
V.   A Lush and Moonlit Night
FOREWORD
Deep within the heart lies a cavern that cannot be reached by solitary words, emotion, or sincerity. It is no simple task to discover our innermost self and perceive the song reverberating in the artery of our collective heartbeat. It is a lifelong journey and one where we seek wisdom to guide us. Poetry is the sage that paves our path, and poets are those who reveal it.
Sebastian Song is a poet who does more than follow life’s path. He lives and breathes it, so much so that his poetry serves as a bridge to lift us over still waters and into the tides of change.
To read his work is an invitation to join him in appreciating the universe for its stars, its roses, and even its darkness. Le Petit Prince opened his insights as a young man, and contemplating ‘le grand monde’ is shaping him as a poet who sees the stars shine on more than one shore.
Though I initially greeted Song on his path as his teacher, coming to his writing is like coming to know the works of Virginia Woolf—it awes then inspires, then becomes a source of action to do and be more. Song’s immense candor, wonder, and sincerity about exploring the universe transcend the words on the page.
The language that informs Song’s style is as powerful as it is complex and weaves a strong bond with the past by using a modern voice.
This volume begins from his earliest perspective as a youth. Each early poem’s cadence and vocabulary rises with the grace of nature and understanding of its greatest beauty: love, renewal, and an awed connection to ancient ancestors. But as the seasons of his life changed, and his own experiences began belonging to the past, so too did he evolve. Summer never lasts; winter must come. Bittersweet moments are revered and understood with equal acceptance and careful language understanding as joyous ones. But in tremendous skill and sagacity, Song allows the reader to put themselves in his place, rooting us as the flower and benefiting from not only the bloom, but also peace with withering. Such is the path and guide of wisdom.
Song’s candor, wonder, and awareness blurs the line between writer and reader, making his poems a template for us to experience the world through fresh eyes and to make our own interpretations. His writing encourages us to go deep into the nuance of experience and join him in profound sensitivity to the languages of mankind and of nature, audible and unspoken. As Song grows from youth to poet, we grow from mere reader to full heart.
Finding where our spirit and senses connect is the accomplishment of an artist, and Sebastian Song’s connection to his heart has, by virtue, made him a guide and a poet who connects us readers to the truth beating within us.
As readers, Song calls us to action. He has created a beginning point for reflection, interaction, and a deep appreciation between reader, soul, and the world surrounding us. Will we embrace this journey—and the universe—with him?
The poetry of Sebastian Song is borne through experience and tempered by the beauty of painstaking choice of language, a commitment to authenticity, and a vision that perpetually reaches beneath the surface.
Purple Heart is a revelation in exploring where the universe, nature, and the deepest thoughts and perceptions of mankind collide. Through this work, Song guides us to our inner melody and, if we listen, amplifies our heartbeat.
Kimberly Marie DeRosa
July 2022
Bryn Mawr College, Bachelor of Arts
University of Exeter, Certification
SEASON 1 I’M IN
A FAINT SONG FROM THE FARAWAY
From the faraway,
The sun’s forehead shimmers;
To earth it sprays
A daffodil-like colour.
While I roam, I see the first light
Blossoms from clouds low,
And projects on the sky
Their wandering shadows.
In a trance, I hear a faint song from the furthermost.
Afar,
The windmill gently swings its ochre arms,
Pleasant smells of ripening rice in air.
Alone,
I drift among concrete walls, one upon one,
While golden waves of wheat, at distance, shine.
Farewell,
Forth fly the breeze across the door, jingling the bronze bells;
Forth fly may I to where the singing dwells;
Bells and I are going to a distant place,
To listen to the faint song from the faraway.
September 2019, Bicai Hutong
WHEN A DRIZZLE IS COMING DOWN
When a drizzle is coming down,
I watch it as it slowly drips,
Walking beneath grey tiles of the eaves,
Vermilion flowers blooming quietly on the lawn.
Where I trod,
Clusters of glazed whiteness broke.
A shimmering night, a serene moonbeam,
I sent to you, Magnolia of boulevards,
When the whole sky’s lit up with sparkling stars,
May evening breeze veil your hazy dreams.
Hushed and lain,
Be drunk with the rain.
Be drunk in the gloom,
Until bunches of lotuses bloom.
See the clusters of glazed rain.
How white the flowers and grass are washed by it.
Remained in grey tiles, wisps of mist
Whispers a ripple in soft wind.
When the drizzle is about to leave,
I watch it as it paces away.
Standing together in quiet and peace,
With you, Magnolia, I wait
For blossoms at treetop, and the rainbow after clouds.
September 2019, Bicai Hutong
DROPS OF TIME
Shined to bright, drops of time
Fell upon the curtain of night.
Hence, moon began to shimmer
And stars came to birth.
Like tears which welled up
In the midsummer’s memory,
The stars reduced to dust,
went out with no more glory.
I held them all with my palms
And sent them back to the past.
February 2020, Qingfeng Xuan
AT EASE
Do not hide from the Northern wind,
For it’s sung by the chilly winter.
Do not escape from the moonlight,
For it sheds the grief of night.
Play the lonely pipe,
but please don’t go away.
Do not leave but memory
On which easily spill your life.
February 2020, Qingfeng Xuan
SILENCE
My heart
At the fracture of harp
Shattered
Snowy
Ashes
Times never pass by
In between the dusts
And white rose no longer shy
February 2020, Qingfeng Xuan
WARMING YEARS
Please don’t fill your letter with words.
Don’t send it far away.
Be the first man to wake up in the sea
and peek at the blue skyscape.
I stand at the peak of eternity.
The bright bamboo flowers are with me.
Let me admire