Pound for Pound
The Voice: Volume 1 2017-2108 Storm King School
The Voice
The literary Magazine of Storm King School
Š 2017-2018 No works may be copied or reproduced without the express written consent of the individual writer or artist.
Poetry
Hao Hui Zheng-Snow, Wind, Warmth Caroline Hecht- A Cat Allegra Walker-Tempest David Lu- On a Mountain's Awake Alex Goldsberry-Rosette Owen Ng- On a Gazebo of Storm King Yumeng Song-December Beija Fan-Behind Her Shadow Edison Zuo-In the subway station of China Mingwei Yang- The Memory Aidan Sweeney-Scarce Love Siyu Wang-Moth Richard Chen-Angel Igor Zelenko-And the Winter Feels Too Long Jose Figueroa-Waiting The Frostbite has Bitten-Zhuoshi Ren Pain-Cem Taviloglu-Pain Yangshuo Wu-The Boy Max Nie-Dawn Jayden Figueroa-Remember Me Muhammed Akbaba-Lacrosse Chris Chu-A flower Peiyu Yang-Home Peter E. Rowe-Tree light Boya Di-A Boy Joseph Dawson-The Man of Iron Song jun Ning-Refrain Cover: Max Chen
Photography
Aryana Martin Ezra Pound Portrait: Kylie Marshall Alex Holasek Bridget Wickiser Liwei Wang Max Chen Peter E. Rowe Zay Megias Eduardo Vallarta Pena Jae Hyun Kim
"Pound is more responsible for the twentieth-century revolution in poetry than is any other individual." T.S. Eliot
Bridget Wickiser
Considered by his peers to be one of the most influential figures in promoting modern poetry, Ezra Pound changed how we write and think about the world. Founder of the Imagist movement, Pound's early work reflected classical Japanese and Chinese influences. In the early 20th-century, Imagism was a movement that utilized precise and concise language. The use of imagery was used to convey a clear meaning. Pound believed that we should eliminate superfluous words and that adjectives should reveal something of importance.
In a Station of the Metro “The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet black bough.” ― Ezra Pound
"Make it new!" -Ezra PoundKylie Marshall
Snow, Wind, Warmth Hao Hui Zheng
The coldness of the wind scratches my pinky nose The snow empties life in the mountain I tried to hide myself beneath my tiny blanket There is no ďŹ re No warmth No hope
Max Chen
Rowe
A Cat
Caroline Hecht The cat has jumped into my lap Its fur has caressed my arms, The cat has purred close to my chestStretching upward, Its fur has covered my shirt, like paint. Cat you are, Paws you are, You are the happiness of them. You are the happiness of them A kitten-so small-you are, And all this is gibberish to the animal shelter
Liwei Wang
Tempest
Allegra Walker As enamored as the meek trees after the great winter snow
I stay beside him in the storm
On A Mountain's Awake David Lu
These concealed surfaces of life
A cloak of white stillness flowing off
The color of life is brought by the divine So silent like a newborn deer
Rosette
Alex Goldsberry The sweet silky smooth luxurious petals Of Springs blossoming rose We cuddle each other as if we were
A ready to flourish cocoon Upon the Crack of Dawn
Aryana Martin
In the Gazebo of Storm King Owen Ng
The pace of these cleats on the ďŹ eld Bees with honey, brown ants
River Holasek
Max Chen
December
Yumeng Song White owers ew to me
With a piece of a solemn breeze Cold and ruthless
Embracing and pushing my soul The end of the world
Behind her shadow (Imitation of In the station of the metro) Beija Fan
The luster of her blonde under the moon; A turbulent waterfall glittering at noon
Max Chen
In the subway station of China Edison Zuo
The busy expression on their faces in the crowd; Their steps never stop
Are they working for a better future?
Or are they working to fulďŹ ll empty souls?
The Memory Mingwei Yang
The night reminds me of Memory The girl appears in my brain And when I touch her.
Her body becomes a feather Of the Phoenix drifting away
Scarce Love
Aidan Sweeney A faucet of lively creativity you are
Though so easily handled by seamlessness, A drop of thou animates no scarcity,
For you shine even when rubbed between my ďŹ ngertips.
Moth
Siyu Wang Just like the ďŹ rst beam of the sunrise that ďŹ res up the darkness It was her glance that Made me an incurable sun chaser
Angel
Richard Chen As the fluffy pale snowflakes hit the dry, solid ground of Storm King Mountain I spread my delicate wings up and down In the dreadful surrounding atmosphere Leaving my fingertips burning from the frostbite.
Zay Megias
And the Winter Feels Too Long Igor Zelenko
And the winter feels too long And the freezing days feel too long And only John Grisham helps me pass my time Not being bored
Waiting
Jose Figueroa The frosty ďŹ ckle tree stands somberly In the frozen valley from the storm
And it waits for the owers to bloom
Max Chen
The frostbite has bitten Ichabod Ren The snowstorm has raged on The squirrels start to ďŹ ght on the hillside covered with snow leaving scattered footprints in the pure white carpet
Jae Hyun Kim
Pain Cem Taviloglu We cry for each other and ourselves, this pain is not worth having For what do we endure? But it gives us meaning Our heads spin about the future While we forget the past Trying to ďŹ nd comfort, In a world that is lost
The Boy Yangshuo Wu The ors have entered my brain; The aroma has irritated my nerves. The ors have been planted in my soul Entad, The petals burst in front of me, like a blooming soul Flors you are The leaves you are You are a rose with sunshine above Sunshine-so warm-you are And all you need to do is warm up the world
*flors means blossoming flower
Dawn
Max Nie This is the night, immersed in the winter When you fall in love with death And it cuts in deep.
Love the empty and cold county
When the grains are piled high, covering the window Half used for the country people's mouths Eat and stomach
Winds blowing from east to west,
From north to south, ignoring the night and dawn What does that mean when you say dawn?
Remember Me
Jayden Figueroa I'll miss seeing you both battle until the darkness of the night creeps in on the blacktop
I'll miss the sweet smell of a sauce that comes from your grill during the summer
I'll miss seeing you and your family jump into that big blue puddle I'm deďŹ nitely going to miss the
times you'd climb and talk to me
One thing I know you that you won't miss about me is picking up the hundreds of pieces that have fallen o of me
But you'll sure miss that fresh breeze on hot days that spot of shade I'd give you to cool down Sadly, I'm no longer useful
and have been here for too long
my time now has come to an end Pulled down by gravity
remember to count the lines on my bark to remember how old I was
Lacrosse
Muhammed Akbaba It's mid-October and the cool morning air refreshes and replenishes the players as they march across a muddy lacrosse ďŹ eld, the low sun that manages to peek through the gray clouds glistening o the beady surface of grass blades The stage is set for glory
River Holasek
A Flower Chris Chu The sunlight has shined through my body The small bee has come to visit me The leaves have bloomed completely The branches were like arms, hold the sky The leaves were like wings, take me to y Girl you are Star you are You were a diamond on the prairie shiny and lovely
Home Peiyu Yang Three choices lay upon Each one to a dierent place I hope I can become the leaves To go back to where I belong The place that let me be alive
Behind the woods, something is waiting
Liwei Wang
Max Chen
Tree Light
Peter E. Rowe That moment of perpetual instantaneity when
the morning light strikes your face somehow
finding its way through the trees where gravity bends the sun to the earth
As you are looking upward hoping
to catch a glimpse of the azure sky treading lightly you feel the the soft green moss
the fallen leaves underfoot
and the faint smell of melancholy of golden groves
and the quiet happiness of being alone in the forest
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A boy
Boya Di the sun has broken my world
the sunshine has enveloped my body the sun has grown in my heart
the light shoots out of me, like sunshine sun you are
a light you are
you are the candle in my hand a knight-so honest-you are
and all these are treasures for me
Aryana Martin
Liwei Wang
The Man of Iron Joseph Dawson
A Man made of Iron Holds a midnight stone In his hardened hands-Tightly Caressing the midnight stone
Art is forged Poetry is forged The Iron hand flows with the force of nature The flow-The curl-The touch Etched eternal in midnight stone
Refrain
Songjun Ning O people
Why do you immerse So deliberately and so eagerly Into my refrain Are you looking for the antidote To cure your broken soul
Emulating the Modernist movement of poetry inuenced by Ezra Pound, students of Storm King School ďŹ nd a way to dive into Imagism, utilizing the works of photographers to help them reveal something of importance.