It was during my Walkman summer
I learned my lesson not to walk home late
To my low-rent street
While immersed in a violin concerto…
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Dear my great peot and translator Denis Mair, I met you in Guangzhou at Poetry and People at the last day of 2014.I took some of your picture from the stage when you were reading the poems and put them on my weixin and so many Chinese poets said regrads to you. The peot is Yi Sha.But i could not find a chance to spaek with you. It is a pity for me and i wish the next time we can meet in one poetry festival in China A month ago i saw your picture put by Yi Sha from Qinghai Lake Poetry Festival, and in the picture, you are sitting on ground and listening so seriously. Sophy Chen China A nice poem with a very good imagination!
Hello Sophy, I think I remember seeing you in Guangzhou. Wish I had gotten a chance to chat with you then. I will be in Guangzhou for a meeting in November. Denis Mair
Your encounter with the elves seem so real! You have given flesh and blood to these eerie characters by your imagination! I really like your cornfield elf with 'his hair gleaming around his face like a corolla and his hat an arrangement of sheaths'! Great imagination!
Thanks for bringing YOUR vivid imagination to my poem. The flesh and blood of these eerie characters was derived from my psychological predicament at the time. I could never stop using my imagination, even in a time of stress and strain, but I was relieved when those figments of imagination became less vivid. The last elf was only a streak of color, seen from the corner of my eye, which was a sign that my inner wound was healing. This whole poem is filled with imagery from my boyhood. Our front yard had two maple trees, and I grew up next door to a farm that grew corn. I used to look up and see jets flying overhead from Dayton Air Force Base, where pilots were trained.
Very interesting read, the elves appeared in times of stress, you paint pictures with your words