A WORD WITH TABAN LO LIYONG

                           You began a sound poem…
                      - with purity, nothing had grown -
                                  And ended it so…
                         - Impurity is free like your soul -
                        Between these lines you made bare
                      How cruel and worthless purity can be
                      And attributed worthiness to impurity
                       Your stand point is unshakably clear
                              And as a poet, I can swear
                              It is one of the best poems
                                  I have ever got near.
                                  But to crucify purity
                                  And elevate impurity
                              Wouldn’t it be a sacrilege?
                  Like Eve eating the sacred fruit of knowledge?