Saturday, September 27, 2008

From John's Wang Wei series: poems by Wang Wei (AD 701–761), translations and illustrations by John


as the sun's waning light / hits the remains of the shower / birds fly home / through the evening mist


on the lake as i turn my head / white clouds enfold the blue mountains


old friends are no longer here / han river still flows east / where is the old man xiang-yang / his village forsaken / only the mountains and river remain


birds in flight in an open sky / autumn colors returning to the mts / up and down up and down hua zi gang / year after year hill after hill / desolate journeys without end.

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