The poet travels from her home in the United States to her ancestral village in Shanxi province to bury the ashes of her paternal grandparents in a ritual lasting several days. The narrative arc of the story movingly explores death and life, a multi-branched and multi-generational clan, and ancient and modern belief systems, as it moves toward a tragic climax. First Mountain is Zhang Er’s third book to be published by Zephyr Press, and includes an introduction about the collaborative process between Zhang Er and Joseph Donahue to render the book into English.
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JOSEPH DONAHUE is an American poet, critic, and editor. Donahue was born in Dallas, Texas and grew up in Lowell, Massachusetts. He attended Dartmouth College for his undergraduate degree, received his doctorate at Columbia University, and lived for many years in New York City. He now resides in Durham, North Carolina, where teaches at Duke University. The third volume in Joseph Donahue's ongoing poem Terra Lucida, entitled Dark Church, was published by Verge Books in 2015. Other recent titles include Red Flash on a Black Field and Dissolves.
ZHANG ER, a poet born in Beijing, is the author of multiple books of poetry in Chinese. Verses on Bird and So Translating Rivers and Cities are two bilingual collections (Chinese/English) published by Zephyr Press, and she has also published a number of chapbooks in English translation. She co-edited Another Kind of Nation: An Anthology of Contemporary Chinese Poetry, published by Talisman House Publishers in 2007. She is married to the American poet Leonard Schwartz and they live in the Pacific Northwest with their daughter Cleo. She is a professor at The Evergreen State College, WA.
PRELUDE (section title)1.Turn on a light.Illumine my dream with more than just bright anticipation . . . a road branches a window . . .mountains hang on the wall maddening, meticulousEvery tree, a bright thread, every fold, pure silkpinch of fingers, a needlenonetheless we arrive sky-high village, a century old.In the yards, hundred year old voices, and Chinese scholar trees (Sophora)a hundred year old lotus demure as a bride's bound feet . . .Times held to be dead return,but in flames . . .See, an on-line vagina, See, internet masturbationSee, severe events and fate await meblue-grey brick up to sky, blue-grey stone, paving the yardlong, embroidered sleeves, cambric vestthe trim of the skirt, months of a bride's time . . .See, a moment, see, a marriageof seventy years. Is this the light of life, is this the sacrament that lets you live, that lets you die?Watch them, the man and the woman. Each takes the end of a strip of red satin. A marriage ritual. Walking down the slope, walking up the slope.Kneel down:Heaven Earth Ghosts Gods Father MotherMountainA mountain to the south devours the light. Maddening:over the bride's eyes, a red scarfBlind yourself to the four directions.Turn around, turn aroundonly then do you see in front of the mountain, the river.Turn, you're turning, the river is flowingOld Yardat dusk:long shadows, undesired moods.We follow Fifth Brother. *Thick wall, high wall, no window, it would be better to just let goof our embarrassing nostalgia . . . *In the photo you're alone corner of the wall, top of the gate,like faint characters that are carved in stone of our delicate ancestors. Grey-blue bricks, all the way up.A two story building two entrancesand a double courtyard.The light darkens.Darkness spills from the attics.There's no light left to skim the pagesof your fathers well-thumbed preschool book.Two BridesMany years have passed.I can recognize your bones: bleached facethin like myhusband, bleached face helping me buy the train ticket, saying I've changed, leading me into a grand hall is this an occasion for celebration?It seems to be my wedding (!) A voice shouts: "Make-up!"A leopard skin bag is placed on my head as if it were a hat(if this is to be carried on my shoulder shouldn't it fit a bit better?)"Light! camera!"Dazzle of ceiling light (you are still the director)then we seea bride in whiteringed by a crowd and youyou stand next to meyouand youand youI don't recognize youI don't recognize the bright window of morning
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