How free and lush the bamboo grows, the bamboo grows and grows
Shoots and morasses, fillies and lassies and shreds and beds and rows
O phloem and pistil, nodes and ovules
The bamboo grows and grows
Her release, her joy, her oil, her toil, her moxie, her terror, her swirl
Dig deeper into soil, deeper into her soul, what do you find in my girl
Thrash of black hair and silken snare, face in the bottom of the world
Bound by ankles, poor deer, poor sow, O delicate hooves and fascicles
Dead doe, dead doe, dead doe
Wrists together, searing red tethers, blood draining from her soles
O choir, O psalm, O soaring fearsome tabernacle
The bamboo grows, the bamboo grows and grows
Through antlers and eyeholes, O sweet soul, O sweet, sweet soul
Thin green tails, purple entrails, the bamboo grows and grows
She flailed and wailed through flimsy veils, through bones and hissing marrow
Nobody to hear her, but wind and chaff, a gasp, then letting go
They loved her, then stoned her, buried her near her ancestors
My mother, my sister, my soul
Shimmering mesh, a brocade sash, hanging on a distant oracle
Springboks dance on shallow mounds, echoes, echoes, echoes
Marilyn Chin is a poet and writer born in Hong Kong but raised in Portland, Oregon. Her poetry largely focuses on social issues, especially those involving bi-cultural identity or feminism. Chin has received many honours for her work, including five Pushcart Prizes and the opportunity to read her work at the Library of Congress. She is professor emerita at the Department of English and Comparative Literature at San Diego State University.
Bamboo, the Dance was written for the Terezin Music Foundation, for the 70th anniversary of the liberation of Nazi concentration camps. The poem is written in fugue form, and the image of the dead doe is an allusion to the Book of Odes (诗经).