Review of Anna Yin’s ‘Wings Toward Sunlight: Poems’ — by Ron Dart

Ron Dart’s review of Wings Toward Sunlight is on Clarion Journal (05/2012)
We had the experience but missed the meaning.    —   T.S. Eliot
There is poetry that speaks to the head but never touches the deeper recesses of the heart, and there is poetry that massages the heart but does not really challenge the probing and questioning mind. There is poetry that is so abstract that the seeking soul can become lost in an inner or historic maze, and there is poetry that evokes and awakens, in a tender and suggestive way, the deeper longings of the human soul. Wings Toward Sunlight is poetry of the latter kind. But, there must be an inner quietness and attentiveness to receive the insights offered…
(read it fully on Clarion Journal or click Ron Dart-Wings Toward Sunlight )
Ron Dart (Professor, Editor, Author) review of Milton Acorn: In a Springtime Instant
****Also read other reviews on “Wings Toward Sunlight” ****
Carried on Wings: Anna Yin’s Wings Toward Sunlight on Cha by Goh Cheng Fai Zach (2012/03)

Review of Anna Yin’s “Wings Toward Sunlight” on Loch Raven by Lois P. Jones (fall 2011)

Book Review on Cha Magazine (Hongkong)Lois' review on Lorch Rven Review

Poets to Poets (3)

After asking John Robert Colombo’s permission, I posted his kind words here :

On the first day of snow, your book arrived, sent by the unseen postal worker through the mail slot of our front door.  It fell onto the area mat at the foot of the door, and was lying there amid galoshes and boots when I picked it up.  The galoshes and boots were dry, mercifully, but your book I find to be bathed in tears. Tears of joy and tears of sorrow.
It is a beautiful book, crafted by a beautiful poet.
Short of performing a word count, I find there are three recurring thematic words. These are “you,” followed by “seed,” followed by “we.”  I look for a tell-tale line, and once I find it, I am happy, and I know I will not soon forget it. (There are precious few distillations of poetic experience in most volumes of contemporary verse.)
You have a great tell-tale line.  It is “You outlive.”
Beautiful, beautiful.

I emailed my thanks to him and told him that the first line of my poem “Goodbye Sarah Burke” is borrowed from him…

Today I read this from ARC Poetry: It’s not the manner of a writer’s dying that confers fame, but the manner of her living, singing, telling and imagining. That’s why we have coined the phrases “deathless prose” and “immortal verse.” 

The same we will remember Sarah Burke for how she lives .

 —Poets on Poets (2)

CBC Radio Metro Morning interview in 2011

This week, several friends email me that they heard my Rain poem on CBC radio Metro Morning.(March 22, 6:20am)
It was an early program, so I was surprised and glad that they had listened to it. During the radio interview, the host Karen asked me to read one poem and tell her what inspired me to write this poem and why it was so special to me.
So for friends who missed the program, here is our conversation. 

The Rain poem seems very simple. But it has a good philosophy inside. It can be easily understood and connected to our daily life. That is why I chose it to be the first poem for my new book “Wings toward Sunlight”. It also matches the opening quote from Emily Dickinson “the soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.”
I wrote it in 2007 when we were camping. It rained a lot. We were not happy and missed home.
One early morning, when rain stopped, I took a walk and felt the freshness and quietness after rain.
I felt peaceful. Then the poem came to me naturally. So I learnt when our attitude changed, we could appreciate the world better.
Each time when I read this poem, I will think of myself like the rain to accept and enjoy the life cycle, longing for home with a delightful mood. At the end of the poem, I wrote “Let go” to add a surprise turn because I thought sometimes we thought letting go was not easy, but just look at our nature, these letting goes became such an amazing experience.

Here is the Rain Poem…

Rain

You don’t pray for rain in mountains.
It comes and goes as if to home—
sometimes wandering in clouds,
other times running into rising streams.
The soil is forever soft. 
Leaves unfold to hold each drop.
At the end of each cycle,
you always hear it singing
all the way home—
kissing leaves,
tapping trees.
Some drops stay longer on tall branches.
All of a sudden, a wind blows;
they let go—
                       a light shower
surprises you
sitting motionless under a phoenix tree.

In the interview, Karen asked how I started to write poems as I was IT professional. I told her that in 2004, after I read the story “The Emperor’s New Clothes”. It awakened the Child inside me. I became a girl having dreams like Alice in wonderland…
I also said, I read a story about Picasso.
Once Picasso said: “I used to draw like Raphael. But it has taken me a lifetime to draw like a child.”
Picasso was a competent artist when he drew like Raphael. He became a great artist only when he awakened the child in him and started drawing without any pre-determined technique.
I believe everyone has a child inside himself. Sadly, as we grow up, we loss him. I hope we all find the child inside us to allow ourselves explore the world with open mind.
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