You cannot image
last night the muse in the moon
waved to me;
in the deep forest,
I wrapped myself with your fiery tail,
rolling back and forth,
until the night ladder disappeared.
Now on my glowing screen,
I grow sharp eyes and keen ears
to remove ladybugsâ€™ clever games,
to pack ripe peaches and spring beans.
I need this deep pocket
for my poor body and soul.
In this life, I have planted secrets
in a box – one neither gold nor silver.
Let time reveal them
to those who follow:
a ladder this foot to step on,
a paradise this hand to spread.
Â© Anna Yin
Picture 10051663, illustration by Higgins, The Sketch, 1923, image copyright Mary Evans
Anna YinÂ wasÂ Mississaugaâ€™s Inaugural Poet LaureateÂ (2015-17) and has authoredÂ five poetry collectionsÂ and one collection of translations:Â Mirrors and Windows (Guernica Editions, 2021). Anna won the 2005 Ted Plantos Memorial Award, two MARTYs, two scholarships from USA and grants from the Ontario Arts Council and Canada Council for the Arts. Her poems/translations have appeared at Queenâ€™s Quarterly, ARC Poetry, New York Times, China Daily, CBC Radio, Literary Review of Canada etc. She read on Parliament Hill, at Austin International Poetry Festival, Edmonton Poetry Festival and universities in China, Canada and USA etc. She has designed and taught Poetry Alive since 2011.Â annapoetry.com