Bei Dao (Poetry Foundation<\/a>)<\/p>\n Bei Dao is the nom de plume of Zhao Zhenkai, widely considered one of China\u2019s most important contemporary authors. His poems have been translated into more than 30 languages. In English he is represented by numerous collections of poetry, fiction, and essays, including The August Sleepwalker, Old Snow, Unlock, Landscape over Zero, Midnight\u2019s Gate, and Waves, which have been internationally acclaimed for their subtlety, innovation, and eloquence.\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\n Each Language Keeps the Secret Code of a Culture – Stanford edu<\/a><\/p>\n In an early poem, Bei Dao wrote, \u201cfreedom is nothing but the distance\/between the hunter and the hunted.\u201d Photo of Bei Dao via<\/a> The poetry of Bei Dao, great page for Chinese language student<\/a><\/p>\n The Answer Translated By Bonnie S. McDougall <\/p>\n Debasement is the password of the base, The Ice Age is over now, I came into this world Let me tell you, world, I don’t believe the sky is blue; If the sea is destined to breach the dikes A new conjunction and glimmering stars
\nAll too true, as he soon found out.
\nProtesters once shouted his poems in Tiananmen Square, and after his exile (he had been in Berlin during the 1989 uprising),<\/p><\/blockquote>\n![\"\"](\"http:\/\/www.mutanteggplant.com\/vitro-nasu\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/08\/1BeiDao2-300x219.jpg\" "\\"1BeiDao\\"")
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\nHappy birthday Bei Dao. <\/p>\n
\nBy Bei Dao<\/p>\n
\nNobility the epitaph of the noble.
\nSee how the gilded sky is covered
\nWith the drifting twisted shadows of the dead.<\/p>\n
\nWhy is there ice everywhere?
\nThe Cape of Good Hope has been discovered,
\nWhy do a thousand sails contest the Dead Sea?<\/p>\n
\nBringing only paper, rope, a shadow,
\nTo proclaim before the judgment
\nThe voice that has been judged:<\/p>\n
\nI\u2014do\u2014not\u2014believe!
\nIf a thousand challengers lie beneath your feet,
\nCount me as number thousand and one.<\/p>\n
\nI don’t believe in thunder’s echoes;
\nI don’t believe that dreams are false;
\nI don’t believe that death has no revenge.<\/p>\n
\nLet all the brackish water pour into my heart;
\nIf the land is destined to rise
\nLet humanity choose a peak for existence again.<\/p>\n
\nAdorn the unobstructed sky now;
\nThey are the pictographs from five thousand years.
\nThey are the watchful eyes of future generations.<\/p>\n