Han Yu

 

Poem Written After Drinking Too Much

The morning star’s
already shining
guests
are long since drunk
no longer
truculent
they’ve mellowed
slow down
joke
Clothes
wine-soaked
brush strokes
stagger and lose
track-how rare
such self
detachment-rare
wine prices
clown
drink up!

Kenneth O. Hanson

A Pond in a Jardiniere

1.
Old men are like little boys:
I draw water, fill the jardiniere to make a tiny pond.
All night green frogs gabble till dawn,
just like the time I went fishing at Fang-k’ou.

2.
My ceramic lake in dawn, water settled clear,
numberless tiny bugs -I don’t know what you call them;
suddenly they dart and scatter, not a shadow left;
only a squadron of baby fish advancing.

3.
Pond shine and sky glow, blue matching blue;
a few bucketfulls of water poured is all that laps these shores.
I`ll wait until the night is cold, the bright moon set,
then count how many stars come swimming here,

Burton Watson