Wednesday, April 11, 2012


image borrowed from bing


(Outside the Window, Resembling
a Painting by Castiglione)

Rustling traces, fitly dispersed,
Ink left over from a rubbed ink stick—

Flash-heated by recipe, this overseas red,
Those rustling, stippled,
Echoing traces.

Ramble midway up the mountain,
enough to stir sounds
Reveling in water amid echoes.

In the hour of the cock, liaison
with Chinese landscape of some kind.

Che Qianzi

translated from the Chinese by Denis Mair

Posted over on Poems and Poetics

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Challenging and excellent