What does it mean to be alive? What is love when it is not returned? What is justice when the powerful speak only of order, and the powerless speak only of survival? Ge Ye asks these questions not from an ivory tower, but from the mud of a vegetable garden, from the dim light of a bedroom shared with old books and fading religious prints, from the bedside of a dying uncle who gasps for water. His answers are never abstract; they are always embodied, always earthed in the particular textures of a life that knows hunger, exhaustion, and the slow erosion of hope.
At the center of this collection lies a single question: How does one live with one’s fate? Not as a passive recipient of a predetermined script, but as one who sows, tends, and sometimes neglects the seeds that fate has placed within. The title, Fingers of Sudden Rain in Bloom, is drawn from a poem that captures the sudden, unexpected grace of life‘s most ordinary miracles—a rainstorm that becomes a flowering, a hand that reaches out and finds the world already answering.
If there is a single thread that runs through all of these poems, it is this: that life, in all its brokenness and beauty, is worth singing about. Not because singing will mend what is broken, but because the act of singing is itself a way of dwelling in the world—a way of saying, I am here, and this is what it feels like.
Some of these poems are difficult. They do not offer easy consolations. They speak of poverty and illness, of approaching death, of love that goes unanswered, of a world that seems indifferent to the struggles of individuals. But they also speak of the warmth of a mother’s smile, the joy of a child at play, the sudden beauty of a butterfly, the quiet radiance of a moonlit night. The poet does not flinch from darkness, but neither does he surrender to it. He sings because singing is the only response that does not betray the weight of what he has seen.
Fate is not a sentence. It is a seed. And whether it grows into a flower or a weed, whether it is tended or abandoned, depends on what we choose to do with the soil we have been given. This book is one poet‘s attempt at tending—an act of care performed in full awareness that the garden may never be finished, and that the seeds may not all take root. But to tend is to hope. And hope, in these poems, is never quite extinguished.
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Paperback. Zustand: new. Paperback. What does it mean to be alive? What is love when it is not returned? What is justice when the powerful speak only of order, and the powerless speak only of survival? Ge Ye asks these questions not from an ivory tower, but from the mud of a vegetable garden, from the dim light of a bedroom shared with old books and fading religious prints, from the bedside of a dying uncle who gasps for water. His answers are never abstract; they are always embodied, always earthed in the particular textures of a life that knows hunger, exhaustion, and the slow erosion of hope. At the center of this collection lies a single question: How does one live with one's fate? Not as a passive recipient of a predetermined script, but as one who sows, tends, and sometimes neglects the seeds that fate has placed within. The title, Fingers of Sudden Rain in Bloom, is drawn from a poem that captures the sudden, unexpected grace of life's most ordinary miracles-a rainstorm that becomes a flowering, a hand that reaches out and finds the world already answering. If there is a single thread that runs through all of these poems, it is this: that life, in all its brokenness and beauty, is worth singing about. Not because singing will mend what is broken, but because the act of singing is itself a way of dwelling in the world-a way of saying, I am here, and this is what it feels like. Some of these poems are difficult. They do not offer easy consolations. They speak of poverty and illness, of approaching death, of love that goes unanswered, of a world that seems indifferent to the struggles of individuals. But they also speak of the warmth of a mother's smile, the joy of a child at play, the sudden beauty of a butterfly, the quiet radiance of a moonlit night. The poet does not flinch from darkness, but neither does he surrender to it. He sings because singing is the only response that does not betray the weight of what he has seen. Fate is not a sentence. It is a seed. And whether it grows into a flower or a weed, whether it is tended or abandoned, depends on what we choose to do with the soil we have been given. This book is one poet's attempt at tending-an act of care performed in full awareness that the garden may never be finished, and that the seeds may not all take root. But to tend is to hope. And hope, in these poems, is never quite extinguished. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability. Bestandsnummer des Verkäufers 9798170155484
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Taschenbuch. Zustand: Neu. Neuware - What does it mean to be alive What is love when it is not returned What is justice when the powerful speak only of order, and the powerless speak only of survival Ge Ye asks these questions not from an ivory tower, but from the mud of a vegetable garden, from the dim light of a bedroom shared with old books and fading religious prints, from the bedside of a dying uncle who gasps for water. His answers are never abstract; they are always embodied, always earthed in the particular textures of a life that knows hunger, exhaustion, and the slow erosion of hope. >If there is a single thread that runs through all of these poems, it is this: that life, in all its brokenness and beauty, is worth singing about. Not because singing will mend what is broken, but because the act of singing is itself a way of dwelling in the world-a way of saying, I am here, and this is what it feels like. Some of these poems are difficult. They do not offer easy consolations. They speak of poverty and illness, of approaching death, of love that goes unanswered, of a world that seems indifferent to the struggles of individuals. But they also speak of the warmth of a mother's smile, the joy of a child at play, the sudden beauty of a butterfly, the quiet radiance of a moonlit night. The poet does not flinch from darkness, but neither does he surrender to it. He sings because singing is the only response that does not betray the weight of what he has seen. Fate is not a sentence. It is a seed. And whether it grows into a flower or a weed, whether it is tended or abandoned, depends on what we choose to do with the soil we have been given. This book is one poet's attempt at tending-an act of care performed in full awareness that the garden may never be finished, and that the seeds may not all take root. But to tend is to hope. And hope, in these poems, is never quite extinguished. Bestandsnummer des Verkäufers 9798170155484
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Paperback. Zustand: new. Paperback. PRAISE FOR FINGERS OF SUDDEN RAIN IN BLOOM "A stunning debut in English. Ge Ye's poems are at once deeply rooted in the Chinese landscape and utterly universal-they speak of fate, love, power, solitude, and the luminous persistence of childhood." -Translation Review "This is poetry of a rare kind: it does not perform its suffering, nor does it disguise its anger. It simply tells the truth, as plainly as a farmer tells you that the weather has been unkind this year." -From the Foreword ABOUT THE BOOK Fingers of Sudden Rain in Bloom presents the first English translation of Ge Ye's complete 1997 poetic cycle-101 poems written over the course of a single year. Divided into six thematic volumes, the collection traces the full arc of human experience: the labor of the earth, the anguish of love, the weight of history, the depths of solitude, and the return to childhood. At its heart lies a single question: How does one live with one's fate? Not as a passive recipient, but as one who sows, tends, and sometimes neglects the seeds that fate has placed within. For readers of Rilke, Neruda, Mary Oliver, and Ocean Vuong-and for anyone who has ever asked, in the dark, what it means to be human. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability. Bestandsnummer des Verkäufers 9798170155484
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