We grow old

 

by Yu-Han Chao

We Grow Old is about love for family, love of Taiwan, love for one’s culture, and most of all, one’s lover.  These prose poems written in a nostalgic and multicultural voice discuss many meaningful objects: cat toys, kimchi, pacifiers, raw eggs warm from a hen’s body and a family cow that was sold. 


Yu-Han Chao writes with grace, beauty, musicality, and a particular type of melancholy.  These timeless and universal “Chinese love poems” paint a delicate portrait of a young poet’s emotional and cultural landscape.

REVIEW

While the subtitles for Yu-Han Chao’s debut poetry collection, We Grow Old introduce its contents as “Fifty-Three Chinese Love Poems,” these poems are not all especially Chinese or specifically limited to the subject of love. Chao presents poignant and funny moments with her family members, descriptions of her homeland Taiwan and festivals and customs from her culture.  She reflects on the lantern festival, ghosts, Chinese sayings, and fascinating superstitions, such as never giving someone a clock:


“The Chinese do not give one another clocks as a gift, because to song zhong, give clock, means to see someone to their grave, to be present at their deathbed, their last rites.  Even if you hated someone you would not give them an object that so explicitly expressed your desire to see them dead.” (Song Zhong, Chao)


Her poetic language comes across as plainspoken prose that is easy to read yet it possesses a special cadence and musicality.  No line breaks are specified in each poem—the sentences simply run down the page in neat rectangular paragraphs.

EXCERPT

Rawness of the Egg


My father tells me that when he was young, his family had a hen.  My father and his brothers were growing boys and always looking for something to eat.  When the hen clucked, my father would reach eagerly but gently beneath the bird, and retrieve a perfect, brown-shelled egg.  He would knock it against the cement wall lightly until there was a crack, and from that crack he would suck the sweet egg juices, still warm from the hen's body.  That's a beautiful image, once you get past the rawness of the egg.

Publisher: The Backwaters Press

Release Date: September 15th 2008

Genre: Poetry

Release: September  15th, 2008

Length: 68 Pages

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http://www.yuhanchao.com


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