The snow is almost gone but for patches
North/South Appalachia
North/South Appalachia is an electronic publication of the North/South Collective. N/S is produced by Studio Appalachia & features Poetry and Art. Contact studioappal@gmail.com
Wednesday, March 10, 2021
Between Here and There
Wednesday, January 20, 2021
Lest We Forget
Friday, January 15, 2021
Knockin'
Monday, January 4, 2021
Drift
So let it be,
forget the twilight,
skim the clouds,
lower your body.
A piece of leaf falls,
drifts--
lifted by the cold sea water
in the boundless night.
Stars over the horizon,
too dull however,
to illuminate the dawn.
The legendary lighthouse
hides on the foggy cliff,
its sight shivers.
Wind sighs
over and over
with its hoarse throat.
Sands hard to hold
finally gone with wind
back to the vast…
Min Katherine Liu
Virginia Tech
WVArts Solitude
Summer 2019
2019
年7月31日
漂
就这样吧,
把暮光忘记,
把浮云掠去,
把身体放低。
一片叶子落下,
被冰凉的海水托住,
在漫漫黑夜里
漂--
天边有星,
却黯淡,
照不清黎明。
传说中的灯塔,
躲在迷雾后的悬崖上,
目光颤栗。
风嘶哑着喉咙,
一遍遍地
叹息。
握不住的沙,
终究要随风散去,
归于无垠……
Friday, December 11, 2020
I Got Them Blues
of yesterday and tomorrow
where what has been will not
of joy and sorrow, where the trinity
of eye and voice and beauty
made all things beautiful and now
it's gone, life betraying one moment
for another, the irreplaceable
not replaced so I hum The Old
Rugged Cross I heard sung
in a honky tonk 'cause if anyone
knows the blues, it's Jesus and me
and the dreams only the blues
can give of love resurrected
from eternity.
Friday, November 13, 2020
Old Oak Woman
Habibi,
I am bone weary –
But dogged determination is the only way
I know. I am weighted, holding gifts:
In one hand a full bucket of fresh qualla
And in the other a basketful of lapis lazuli –
Right and left, left and right
Each one representing the other.
Everything is washed with that cold
Comfortless dense white light of a dark
Winter mountain day
And my burden has broken me physically.
I stand in the mud shivering
Feeling like a character in a Beckett novel:
Less human perhaps than a constantly thinking tree,
Observing and rooting deeper and deeper and deeper,
Increasingly aware that this perseverance
Is probably all in vain.
Petrified, my many names becoming no name.
No one cares about the contents
Of my ever-ticking, tocking, loudly thinking mind.
I no longer have the will to ask
For peace as I literally creak and split
With time and weather and fatigue,
Shattered at last by my unappreciated,
Unrewarded steadfastness.
This must be what Daphne felt like,
Except I was neither runner nor chaser –
Though I wait, exhausted unto death
By my own pointless patience and listening
For silence within my reverberating head.
And if there is no release back
Into human form, at least maybe
People may tie windchimes
On all my branches
So that when they pass by
They will pause a moment to mark
What is left of this existence with the
Smallest of fleeting wonder.
-Sabne Raznik
http://www.facebook.com/sabneraznik
Friday, September 4, 2020
This Day, That Moment
Thursday, August 20, 2020
Forever Changing, Forever the Same
Wednesday, July 29, 2020
Past, Present and Accounted For
I Heard Wind Howling
February 19, 2016
I Heard Wind Howling
I heard wind howling
outside my closed window
in heavy darkness,
Heaven’s rage
far or near
pierced
whole night.
I saw cold wind
through my open window
in plain daylight
sweeping back slight things:
sands, clouds, leaves
and
all lost souls.
Katherine Liu
Solitude at Virginia Tech
Western Virginia Arts
2016
我听到风呼啸
我听到风呼啸
在紧闭的窗外,
夜色深沉,
上天的震怒,
忽远又忽近,
刺穿
整个黑夜
我看到冷冷的风
在推开的窗外,
平淡的日光下,
卷荡走轻微的东西,
树叶、沙子和云,
还有
所有 迷路的灵魂。
Snow Dream
February 12, 2016
Snow Dream
Icy,
Quiet
whiteness
everything slept
into your holy dream home,
even those
used to be flourishing and secret
all frozen deeply
into your boundless embrace.
Wait-
faint sunlight fades away
from the vacant sky;
little fresh scent float
around the wintry woods;
a whispering breeze kisses
your pale face and-
melts in the end
in your tender breath.
Then,
dream
back-
to millions of years ago
you once forgot,
to the desolate seaside
of where you were born,
to the pure and impassible beginning
of yours,
and
no
more
wake.
2016-2-12
Katherine Liu
Solitude at Virginia Tech
Western Virginia Arts
雪之梦
冰冷
宁静
纯白,
万物沉睡
进入你圣洁的梦乡,
甚至那些
曾经的繁华和秘密,
也深深地
封冻进 你无垠的怀抱。
等待--
微弱的日光
从虚空消褪;
清新气息 若有若无
飘散在这冬日树林;
轻风低语着
吻过你苍白面颊,
最终融入
你温柔的呼吸。
然后,
做梦吧--
回到
你一度遗忘的
百万年以前,
回到
你诞生处--
蛮荒的海的边缘;
回到
你纯真的,
无知无觉的最初,
不
再
醒来。
Between Here and There
The snow is almost gone but for patches that want to see the red buds of maples on the hillsides: the sign of ending and beginning. The chan...
