Umbrella Movement / September 2016 (Issue 33)

Dedication* Endnote

by Henry Wei Leung

Who can believe in words wrested free of things?
Isn’t he a fool who tries writing you to freedom?

Your name, once, for me, inked on your palm;
That morning, a fist closing, opening, a free end.

Sometimes closeness is the bridge unhinging.
Salmon shudder into wild nets, widely, freely.

I never meant to be this kind of ghost, holding,
Out of sequence, your secret freedoms.

The truth is like time: a zone alive in the body—
And words: as light as death, too feathered, too free.

Good monster of the lungs, lead the way…
Electric bare forest freer than fear’s fiefdom…

* You are a full silence I cannot redeem. You need
No breath from me, not on your life. Not for your freedom.
 Henry Wei Leung is the author of a chapbook, Paradise Hunger, which won the 2012 Swan Scythe Press Poetry Prize. He earned his degrees from Stanford and the Helen Zell Writers' Program, and has been awarded Kundiman, Soros, and Fulbright Fellowships. He finished a year of research on the literatures and protests in Hong Kong, and is continuing this research at the University of Hawaii at Manoa toward the completion of a PhD. He is currently the Managing Editor of the Hawai'i Review.
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