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The Book of Totality

Yun Wang

ISBN: 978-1-910669-13-6

Page Count: 90

Publication Date: Friday, March 13, 2015

Cover Artwork: Susan Sheppard, West Virginia poet and artist. Oil on canvas.


About this Book

Yun Wang’s poems span ages and cultures to form a unifying vision. With striking, precise images and a strong narrative sense, she presents a cosmos, one for which we should all be grateful. Sam Hamill

Physicist-poet Yun Wang’s superb second collection gives us both intricacy and the cosmos writ large. Wrenching stories of her family’s oppression during the Cultural Revolution are woven together with invocations to the poets Li Bai and Su Dong Po, to Star Trek and to Mahler. Along the way, we travel with the poet through the galaxy, confront the time-space continuum, and spend time with a cat who may be a cousin to Schrödinger’s. “We curve in the curved space,” the poet tells us, and indeed The Book of Totality offers us a universe vivid and liquid, through tales both wrenching and joyous. Janet McAdams


Author Biography

Yun Wang was born and grew up in southwest China. Her poetry book, The Book of Jade, won the Nicholas Roerich Poetry Prize from Story Line Press and was published in 2002. Her poetry chapbook, The Carp, was published by Bull Thistle Press in 1994. She has published poems and translations of classical Chinese poetry in numerous literary journals. Wang has been a professor of Physics and Astronomy at the University of Oklahoma since 2000, and a Senior Research Scientist at California Institute of Technology since 2015. Wang is a cosmologist, and the author of the technical book, Dark Energy, published by Wiley-VCH in 2010.


Read a sample from this book

The Gift of a Cat

Snow.  Everywhere 
the whiteness of starlight.
A cat appeared outside my open window
dropped off a parcel 
upon our heap of coal.
Stunned by this 
I told Mother. She picked it up:
a piece of frozen pork.
Mother cooked it with green chili peppers
and dried wild mushrooms.

That evening by the fire
Father told the story of the poet Li Bai
who declined the Emperor’s invitation
until the insolent Prime Minister
came to fetch slippers for him.

I could not stop thinking of the cat
black with green eyes.
Snow filled night with down.
I dreamed of gliding through the emptiness
between the stars.
Their white shadows melted on my skin.
The stars called to me
with the cat’s voice.



Meditation on Hair

A school of fish enters the dark cove
races for pulsing cocoons. Live scripts
of intricate twists and turns.

You ponder the origin of arrows.
Eyes of strangers swim 
the dark waterfall of your hair.

Time erodes you
into the ambience of hyacinth.
You read yourself from cover to cover.

A single fish survives, decoded
to form a new universe.
Your hair never reaches your ankles

its length cannot exceed the lifespan 
of a single hair. You arrange tea leaves 
into patterns of Cygnus and Orion

dream of slender men in a starlit forest
metamorphosing into swans that glow 
in flight into a liquid sky.

You are a room that grows with its occupant
tapping your insides with tiny feet and fists.
You are a room filled with iridescent echoes.

Nascent shoots bristle on the horizon.
The drummer squeezes through
the tunnel to dry, airy light.

Time erodes you. Hummingbirds flee.
A glistening in the mirror: needles of white hair. 
The roots within your head discuss your change.
Finally, you enter a lake of indigo stars.
Your hair continues to grow beneath the earth
until your body dissolves in fossils’ exhalations.



Dark Energy

Mayan nobles sometimes marched their children
on winding paths up snow mountains.
They would dig a square room, light a fire
leave the children with jugs of elixir
prepared by the priests.

The children sang softly, drank, slept
never woke.
The gods did not come.

The Universe is mostly empty.
Space expands. Galaxies drift away 
from each other at accelerated speeds.

Perhaps only the priests
led the children on their last journey.
If the gods had been watching, they would have
knocked the cups from the little hands
carried the children into their beryllium chariot
beamed the priests into the ice-hidden tomb ––
at least for a few hours.

Child, look for others 
in the Milky Way’s outskirts.
Someday you will return my ashes 
to the stars. You will ponder 
pathways to other universes.

Copyright © Yun Wang 2015

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