Ariadne’s Notes: The World Poetry Cafe radio show featured the moving poetry of Shirley Sue-A-Quan. Due to a station problem, only 25 minutes of the original show was saved but Hector at the station was able to recover the whole show with World Poetry Ambassador Amita J Sanghavi, on December 19 at 1:10 pm PST and Shirley Sue-A-Quan at 1:30 pm PST. LISTEN To Entire The Show Here: http://www.coopradio.org/content/world-poetry-caf%C3%A9-70 .
Then this website went down and I had to get it fixed. I am really behind on posting the features but will try to get them all in as soon as possible. Co-host, Diego Bastinutti, tech Victor Schwartzman and Sharon Rowe.
Shirley Sue-A-Quan is a talented poet, translator, and part of the Wonderful Chinese Canadian Authors group. Here are two poems in Chinese and English:
Thoughts By the Fraser River Poem by Shirley Sue-A-Quan Translated by Shirley and Trev Sue-A-Quan Dear Fraser River, You flow from the high mountain ridge, winding down to the south end of Vancouver, Pouring into the ocean. This riverside is the place to refresh my soul In a country for me to embrace Nature. Look at the silver flashes on your surface, The reflection of an old man fishing in the river Wild geese perched on the shore, Crickets singing in the grass. Huge logs float in the water, waiting to be transported far and wide. Purple roses and blackberries add beauty to each other, Squirrels jump to yield a way to passing dogs. When did these tall cranes appear in the air? Real estate investments have come to this best-kept secret area Huge advertisements claim proudly and loudly, that this is the last riverfront treasure of Vancouver. Elegantly dressed men and ladies, Eloquent real estate agents, Pushing the price like waves higher and higher 700 square feet condos for only 800,000 dollars, The colour of money glitters more brightly than all of Nature’s beauty People are signing and talking, Vancouver is no longer the one we remember Gold diggers, house flippers, shadow dealers Luxurious mansions sprout like mushrooms after rain. It is the current fashion of a new business. How can we tell our descendants? Hereby the water there were hundreds of geese, birds, seagulls, Branches and bushes full of berries And a big river shining with silver flashes. Houses were for people to reside, Ordinary folks could afford to live in this city, Parents, grandparents, and kids could live nearby Will this once beautiful reality become a distant dream that cannot be reached?
August 25, 2018, Vancouver. Shirley Sue-A-Quan (C)
2019 August 24 To my 10-day-old darling granddaughter Brooklynn Your lips are like rose petals So pretty, blooming in your face. Ten days you’re in this world, Sleeping like in a honey land. Sometimes you open your eyes, Around you are the looks of love. Two little brothers touch you, Wondering where you’re from. Young parents sprinkle you with love Imagining where you’re going. The older generation of us, Suddenly feel like becoming a tree trunk. Our forefathers were strong roots, We hold you in our arms, my blossom.