The Wind Was Rising

Translated by Ouyang Yu

Na Ye’s poetry shows her as a woman relaxed at her work, smoking while staring inwardly at the outside world, focusing on her own inner world, seeking peace and tranquility from night as much as from the storm or desert out there in her peripheral vision.

For her, brevity is a beauty as brief as the word, a poetic art that she’s constantly honing in on.