Diana M. P. Chang

San Francisco, California

Diana M. P. Chang was born in a literary family, she enjoys reading and writing. Her work includes a booklet, "An Animal Named Year", and a poetry book, "Fantasies and Expressions." Many of her poems have been published in the anthologies of The National Library of Poetry and won Editors' Choice Awards. She is a charter life member of both: International Society of Poets, and The Library of Congress. Recently, President Clinton invited her to join his campaign committee. Diana isn't a politician, but according to her poetic view, "All people should have a chance to enjoy the beauty of life."

We Are The Giants

We walked into
The abdomen of a big bird,
He carried us
Soaring aloft the earth

We are now,
In the endless sky,
Surrounding with
Various clouds and sunshine.

There are miles and miles
Of white cotton spreads,
Floating in the mid-air,
To cover the world's unknown beds.

The crystalline cliffs hang
Above the snowy carpet,
Hastily, the swift cirri
Like hundreds of horses gallop across it.

The sun shines
On the universe eternally,
Its radiance sparkles
In the space powerfully.

Our big bird pierces
Through the celestial bodies,
He is a libertarian,
Fleeing from the earth's gravity.

We seem to fly among the stars and the moon,
There is no other superman coming soon,
We are the giants in the universe at this moment,
And proud of being a superior human.

A Visit To the XI' AN Exhibition

The countless horses, warriors, and guards
Of earthenwares in life sizes,
Standing erectly side by side,
To guard the king's kingdom after life.

The poor recruits, the young farmers
Endured the long hours of hunger,
Tortured with the rigorous cold and severe winds,
Suffered bitterly to satisfy the king's underground reign.

They labored days and nights, months made into years,
No news were from homes, no words reached their ears.
Wives expected husbands, children longed for fathers,
No signs of return, no hope of union together.

Years gone by, the kingdom underground was built,
No exits could be used,
They were buried alive,
To serve the king after life.

The secret was unknown to the world for thousand years,
It was a true myth.
How many broken hearts and oceanic drops of tears,
Have made the Empire's pompous historical sheets?!

Standing By Neighbor's Garden

Whose fragrant perfume spreads in the air?
Bees and butterflies come to enjoy the shares.
A bird chatters alone at the flower's side,
It won't know I stand by to steal the musical rhyme.