Title Page, Copyright Page

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pp. 1-4

Contents

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pp. v-viii

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Foreward: My Children Will Return Me to Solitude

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pp. ix-xvi

Children — this is how Yu Xiang refers to her poems. Invested with affection and enigma, her rhetoric enacts metaphor and misnomer. Should one assume innocence or maternity in Yu’s poetry, reading “Satan” or “It Goes Without Saying” sets off an immediate mix of thrill and shock. ...

I . You’re Simply Chez Moi

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pp. 1-18

II. This Person Is Vanishing

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pp. 19-36

III. Hanging in Mid-Air, My Heart Does not Fall

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pp. 37-52

IV. With a Nose That Always Points Straight Ahead

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pp. 53-68

V. The Rotten and the Fresh, Both Can’t Live Anew

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pp. 69-78

VI. Now I Plan to Retire, As a Harmless Everyman

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pp. 79-86

VII. Our Body Shapes Stick Together

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pp. 87-108

VIII. A Severed Finger That Performs for Dead Spirits

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pp. 109-124

IX. Kept for Oneself

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pp. 125-134

X. If I Can Indeed Have a Background

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pp. 135-150

Notes

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pp. 151-152