Daily Archives: May 8, 2017

Poem – Old Poem

Did Chuang Chou dream he was the butterfly? Or the butterfly dream he was Chuang Chou? In the single body’s transformations See the vortex of the Myriad Creatures. No mystery then that the Magic Seas Shrank again to crystal streams, … Continue reading

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Poem – Wine

Drinking, I sit, Lost to Night, Keep falling petals From the ground: Get up to follow The stream’s white moon, No sign of birds, The humans gone.

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Poem – Snow at Changsha

Out of the north the snow Is assaulting Changsha: Its clouds over Hunan go (Where few snows are): A myriad homes makes cold Far borne on the gale With scattered leaflets old Where raindrops hail, Not grown to flake-like flowers. … Continue reading

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Poem – Newlywed’s Departure

Chinese vines climb up low hemp plants; the tendrils cannot stretch very far. To marry a daughter to a drafted man is worse than abandoning her by roadside. “I just did my hair up as a married woman, haven’t even … Continue reading

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Poem – The Mocking Bird

What! Is the mocking bird come? The Spring, he comes to say, The Spring is here today. All sounds, all words he knows. His feathers preen how he will, He is the same bird still. Where flowers most thickly screen, … Continue reading

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Poem – To Bi Sayao

Once stately figures in the art of rhyme, Now sadly down at heels, our careers in ruin, Regarded by our servants with disdain, We are grown old and gray before our time. Yet in your joyful, carefree company, The most … Continue reading

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Poem – Dreaming of Li Po

After the separation of death one can eventually swallow back one’s grief, but the separation of the living is an endless, unappeasable anxiety. From pestilent Chiang-nan no news arrives of the poor exile. That my old friend should come into … Continue reading

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