"Brightness of Night" by Xiaoping Chen‘Past the Silence of Barbed Walls’ by Daniel Magdalen The Society August 15, 2018 Beauty, Deconstructing Communism, Human Rights in China, Poetry 10 Comments This poem is dedicated in memoriam to Ms. Wang Lixuan. Because she was raising awareness about the repression of peaceful Falun Dafa practitioners in communist China, she was unlawfully arrested and detained, alongside her small child. On November 7, 2000, they were both tortured to death at Tuanhe Forced Labor Camp in Beijing. The depiction in the poem draws upon Ms. Wang and other mothers’ suffering caused by this persecution. I. A spell of poisoned words has spread its mist And covered with red cheers an age of chills and moan… Nights pass and fewer souls are seen; their fates—unknown And kept unknown so fear can hauntingly persist. Behind the street lamps there are eyes; behind those eyes Are clenching fists prepared to crush insightful acts Which share—despite the Great Hall’s goal to govern facts— Beliefs immune to being warped by rampant lies. … With heartfelt care, a woman softly lays a gift Upon a mat—“a blessing daylight will disclose,” Thus smiles the gaze of her small son. Inside, he knows, Are words of candle flame which make the darkness lift. Still, this pale dawn will bring no joy, but deep ordeal— That beaming gaze now falls, in tears; those giving hands, In shackles… On the trampled gift a shadow stands; Its grip portends the plight the two hoped to reveal… II. Though just foul air is left to breathe, mid prison walls, It seethes with gushes of guards’ rage—yet, they’re in vain; Each blow the woman bears spreads thunderbolts of pain, Each pain but fuels her will, her torch when darkness falls. “Reform!! Your words turn ‘red’ or you shall turn to dust!” So yell the human “cogs of the machine” and show Its inner face, which opens furnace mouths below— The “mem’ry holes”* for minds and testimonies just. … Wild shudders of the breath are all the child can feel; Transfixed by flames of fierceness never known before, He soon forgets his needs, his grief, his tears that pour. The nameless laws of nightmare transfigure what is real… The mother’s voice, though fading, shapes her stance of steel, “My thoughts, my words be truthful or in muteness drown!” … As futile fury’s whip once more on her comes down, A tear of blood rolls down her lips her pledge to seal. III. “How far, though thrashing, seem the endless bolts of pain, Far ‘neath my spirit’s sky, now ‘neath my every sense.” … Her soul relives its destined course, through streams of dense Depictions of the days when virtue bore no chain: As grace of moral Law was spread throughout the land, Truth’s beacon led clear minds on wisdom’s path to meet; While in Compassion’s rhythm hearts began to beat, The breezes of Forbearance blew towards horizons grand. IV. … Soon back, the captive’s thoughts, in knowing woe, peer down, “How many left to shine mid ashes, gloom and fears?” She slowly wakes: A shaft of brilliant light appears, Then, casts upon her brow the halo of a crown— Its glowing warmth rekindles strength, rekindles hope; The feeble boy kneels by his mother, on the floor, Immersed in quietude. Dread’s shivers rouse no more; A dawn within, instead, emboldens him to cope. Then, brighter, brighter still, the sunbeam fills the cell; As daybreak lights the bolted door, a key soon turns… Come fumes of death? Come freedom’s breeze? Concerns Fly by. The will beyond the falling lock shall tell. V. The woman’s words, unchained, melt doubts along the way That’s shown; her wounds bespeak raw facts… Her gleaming eyes Bestow forgiveness, yet, inspire each man to rise For justice – gone’s the time when poisoned speech held sway. While sunrays show the jails as scars upon the land, Winds echo victims’ voices—F a l u n D a f a H a o*… Stunned crowds behold the fate of those who would not bow To hatred’s scythe, but, for the Truth, unmoved would stand. *The concept of “memory hole” is derived from George Orwell’s dystopian novel Nineteen Eighty-Four. It refers to an opening which leads to a huge incinerator used by a totalitarian regime to destroy censored documents and unwanted, incriminating, evidence. *“Falun Dafa Hao!”, translated as “Falun Dafa is good!”, is a clear and straightforward Chinese phrase through which the practitioners of this Qigong affirm the good nature of their practice, especially when faced with the slanderous, hatred-breeding, propaganda used to justify the persecution. Daniel Magdalen is a graduate student in the Faculty of Letters at the University of Bucharest, in Romania. Related Post ‘Sonnet for a Cosmetic Company’ and Other Poetry... Sonnet for a Cosmetic Company Ah Youth! To whom each maiden plights her troth To coax and woo each winsome charm to stay ‘Tis difficult to match yo... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 10 Responses David Paul Behrens August 15, 2018 Brilliantly constructed lines and verses about a somber subject, thoroughly engrossing for this reader. Very well done. Reply C.B. Anderson August 15, 2018 De gustibus non est disputandum, but this was overwrought and bathetic. What I saw was not the struggle of an oppressed individual against a tyrannical system, but the struggle of a writer through the demanding mires that make it difficult to negotiate one’s way to the raft of good English writing. Reply Joe Quintanilla August 15, 2018 I have a poem in the queue, two actually, and would be VERY interested in your honest opinion… no holds barred. Daniel Magdalen August 16, 2018 David Paul Behrens, thank you. I am glad that you managed to truly perceive the tragic subject behind these lines. Such extreme experiences as torture and solitary confinement are actually difficult to be put into words. Moreover, the plight of families, including women and children, in such totalitarian societies takes place and is heart-rending. Though the mentioning of such suffering may appear to those not quite aware of these realities to be a sentimental overstatement, the cases that investigation reports have documented are actually painful to read. But I think they should be made known and one should have a correct moral stance regarding such issues. Reply C.B. Anderson August 15, 2018 Joe Quintanilla, If I catch your poem(s) and remember your directive, then I will be as honest as I possibly can. I will be brutal, if necessary, and you will be none the worse for it. Reply Evan Mantyk August 17, 2018 Dear Mr. Magdalen, An outstanding poem! When a poem successfully reaches urgent and global significance in its meaning, as this one has, it surpasses the shallow and mortal, and enters the realm of the profound and immortal. Not an easy feat. This is a poem about real people doing real things in a major real-life human drama that is unfolding right now. In a world of often idiotic fantasy super heroes and self-absorbed ponderings, we enter the marrying of the creative and imaginative with the informative and historical. The iambic hexameter and alliteration are solid as well. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I believe English is your second or third language, which makes this another achievement. Well done! Reply Daniel Magdalen August 17, 2018 Dear Mr Mantyk, Thank you both for your kind words and for the ethical assessment of those underlying realities to which I hoped to give a meaningful and sincere expression. These lines were written not only to make a statement about the real-life tragedy ongoing in China but also to try to evoke the atmosphere and the complexity of human experience characterizing such events. Your comments – consistently constructive, encouraging and inspiring – are always appreciated. Best regards, Daniel Magdalen Reply Li "Web Crease" Du August 17, 2018 Mr. Magdalen’s “Past the Silence of Barbed Walls” is a striking and original poem. Perhaps one reason it is unique is that suggested by Mr. Mantyk, that Mr. Magdalen’s English is a second or third language of the author. If so, its diction is all the more remarkable. Though not addressing the same ideas as “The Hollow Men”, both Mr. Magdalen’s tone and his moral voice are reminiscent of T. S. Eliot’s, as is the breaking of the poem into five sections of varying lengths. Echoing the prison’s structure and its atmosphere, the claustrophobic power of the “solid” iambic hexametres lies in the enclosed rhymes. In addition, the allusion to Orwell’s “1984”, evocative of the torture of Winston Smith, is appropriate for a poem on the torturing to death of the heroic Ms. Wang Lixuan. Reply Daniel Magdalen August 20, 2018 Mr Li “Web Crease” Du, your comprehensive comment is welcome and I am thankful for the appreciation you show for the text and its underlying message. Reply rohit aggarwal August 21, 2018 good one Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.