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Ai Qing
The Black Eel. Trs. Yang Xianyi and Robert Friend. Beijing: Panda, 1982.

"The Cicada's Song." In Hualing Nieh (ed. and co-trans.), Literature of the Hundred Flowers, Volume II: Poetry and Fiction. NY: Columbia University Press, 1981, 274-76.

"Daiyanhe--My Wet Nurse."

"Expectation." Chinese Literature website.

"Figure Skating." Chinese Literature website.

"The Gardener's Dream." Literature of the Hundred Flowers, Volume II: Poetry and Fiction. NY: Columbia University Press, 1981, 276-77.

"A Girl Taking Aim." Chinese Literature website. [originally published in Chinese Literature 1 (1982).

"The Hunter Who Drew His Birds." Literature of the Hundred Flowers, Volume II: Poetry and Fiction. NY: Columbia University Press, 1981, 273-74.

"In Your Dream." Chinese Literature website. [originally published in Chinese Literature 1 (1982)]

"The Land Reborn." Tr. Eugene Chen Eoyang. Chinese Literature (Summer 1997).

"Marx's Old House." Chinese Literature website. [originally published in Chinese Literature 12 (1979)]

"Munich." Chinese Literature website. [originally published in Chinese Literature 12 (1979)]

"The Pen." Chinese Literature website. [originally published in Chinese Literature 1 (1984)]

"A Reef." Tr. Eugene Chen Eoyang. Chinese Literature (Summer 1997).

Selected Poems of Ai Qing. Tr. Eugene Eoyang. Bloomington: University of Indiana Press, 1982.

"The Site of the Ancient City of Jiaohe." Chinese Literature website. [originally published in Chinese Literature 1 (1984)]

"Snake." Chinese Literature website. [originally published in Chinese Literature 1 (1982)]

"To Zhang Dedi, Sculpturess." Chinese Literature website. [originally published in Chinese Literature 1(1984]

"A Toast." Tr. Eugene Chen Eoyang. Chinese Literature (Summer 1997).

"The Wall." Chinese Literature website. [originally published in Chinese Literature 12 (1979)]

Poems in: Anthology of Chinese Literature Vol. II. Ed. Cyril Birch, NY: Grove Press, 1972, p. 362.; Chinese Literature 1979: 6; Contemporary Chinese Poetry. Ed. Robert Payne. London: Routledge, 1947; Modern Chinese Poetry: An Introduction. Ed. Julia Lin. London: George Allen and Unwin, 1972, p. 173; The People Speak Out: Translations of Poems and Songs of the People of China. Ed. Rewi Alley. Beijing: FLP, 1982; Twentieth Century Chinese Poetry: An Anthology. Ed. Kai-yu Hsu. Garden City, NY: Doubleday, 1963, 274-99.

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Snow Falls on the Chinese Land
By Ai Qing

Snow falls on the Chinese land:
Cold blockades China....

Like an old woman with many grievances, the wind
Closely follows behind,
Stretches out her claws,
Tugs at clothes of passing people,
Her words as old as the earth,
Complaining, never ceasing....
From the woods,
Driving their carts,
Come the peasants of China,
Wearing their fur caps,
Braving the snow -- Where do they want to go?

I tell you, I too
Am a descendant of peasants.
From your carved face
So deeply etched with pain,
I can understand,
Understand so profoundly,
The hard years
Of people living on the plains.
No, I am not happier than you.
Lying in the river of time,
Often the waves of woe
Have entirely submerged me.
In wandering and in prison cells
I spent my very precious youth,
My life
Like yours
Has been seared.

Snow falls on the Chinese land:
Cold blockades China....

Along the river in a snowy night
A small oil lamp drifts slowly
In a decrepit boat with a black cover.
Who sits there,
Facing the lamp and hanging her head?

O you
Dishevelled and dirty-faced young woman,
Is it that your warm house,
A warm and happy nest,
Has been burnt out by the invader?
Is it that on a night like this
You lost your husband's protection
And in terror of death were tortured
And humiliated by the enemy's bayonets?

On such a cold night as this
Numerous old mothers
Crouch in homes not theirs,
Like strangers
Not knowing
Where tomorrow's wheels will take them....
The roads of China
Are so rugged
And muddy.

Snow falls on the Chinese land:
Cold blockades China....

Throughout the snowy plains in the long night
Are lands bitten by the beacons of war.
Countless toilers on the land
Have lost the cattle they fed,
Have lost their fertile fields
And are crowded together
In the dirty lanes of despair.
Facing the dark sky,
The hungry land holds out shivering hands
Begging for succour.
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