Friday, January 03, 2020
AFTER THE CHINESE MASTERS
AFTER TWO LINES
BY OU-YANG HSIU
Spring confusion
of butterflies,
bees, and blue sky,
blossoms about to
burst into flame.
Translated whole poem elsewhere, differently.
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AFTER A LINE
BY WANG AN-SHIH
The sound of a flute,
this sadness
saying good-bye.
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AFTER TWO LINES
BY SU SHIH
Wanderers
searching
for where I
have wandered
need find
only
where the
mountain sleeps.
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ON THREE LINES
BY LI CH'ING-CHAO
The poet working words
and a cup of cheap wine,
her taste for idleness.
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AFTER SOME LINES
BY LI CH'ING-CHAO
Evening. The moon
hovers. The blinds
are drawn. Still
the fallen petals,
their lingering
scent, this moment
to be kept.
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