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Spring Vigil in the Imperial Chancellery
Flowers lurk in the dusk by the palace walls.
Twitter, twitter, homing birds pass by.
Stars come: a million houses move.
The moon by the empyrean seems to be much more.
Sleepless: golden keys ring.
On the wind, jade pendants seem to tinkle.
Tomorrow morning I have a sealed petition to make.
All night long I ask: what has become of the night?
Wai-lim Yip
Riverside Moon and Stars
The sudden storm’s left a clear, autumnal
night and jade-String stars radiant in gold
waves. Star River white with all beginning
its clarity claims Yangtze shallows anew.
Strung~Pearls snaps, scattering shimmering
reflections. A mirror lofts into blank space
of origins. Of last light a waterclock hides,
what remains with frost seizing blossoms?
David Hinton
Autumn Meditations, No. 8
Kunwu park and Yusu lodge are out there in the remote distances;
the shadow of Purple Tower peak enters Meipi lake.
Fragrant rice: leftovers from pecking, parrots’ grains;
emerald wutong trees: till old age perched, phoenixes’ branches.
Lovely ones gathered kingfisher feathers to give as springtime gifts;
transcendent companions shared a boat, moving off again toward evening.
My many-colored writing brush once strove with the climate;
Robert Ashmore
A Traveler at Night Writes His Thoughts
Delicate grasses, faint wind on the bank;
stark mast, a lone night boat:
stars hang down, over broad fields sweeping;
the moon boils up, on the great river flowing.
Fame – how can my writings win me that?
Office 4 age’ and sickness have brought it to an end.
Fluttering, luttering – where is my likeness?
Sky and earth and one sandy gull.
Burton Watson
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