A Fish Poem by qin xing

A fish
She was a hit on the head
But her body was still in swing
Her scales were the pieces away by knife
Her tail was still in the swing
Her gills was remove
Her body was still in the twist
Twisting, her stomach was cut open
She finally stopped wiggling

Life is in man's sword ceasing to breathe
Who is cruel?





Dear Qin Xing,

I like this heart-felt poem very, very much- yet it is marred by a few mistakes in English grammar and usage which I have attempted to correct or smooth out:

A fish
She was a hit on the head
But her body was still in swing
Her scales were hacked away by a knife
Her tail was still flipping
Her gills were removed
Her body was still twisting,
Alive, her stomach was cut open
She finally stopped wiggling

Man's sword ends life and breathing
Who is cruel?

Of course, I remember the Chinese expression: ' Da yu chi xiao yu! '

I hope to read your poems in Chinese but I must first change the characters into their traditional forms. I think you are very brave to write poems in English- I would never dare to write them in Chinese- Du Fu might turn over in his grave and Li Bai laugh himself to death!

With warmest best wishes,

Eugene Levich (Li Yu-ch'ing)