The road reaches beyond mountains.
The boat moves on the green water.
Tides now calm: two banks widen.
Wind stills: one sail straight.
Sun grows from sea: the night tatters.
Upon the river, spring: the year ages.
A letter from home: where to send to?
With the returning geese to Lo-yang.
translated by Wai-lim Yip
I sit alone among dark bamboos,
Strum the lute and let loose my voice.
Grove so deep, no one knows.
The moon visits and shines on me.
translated by Wai-lim Yip
the cold wind blows
as these old legs
head up the hill
and in the moaning
of the wind
I thought I heard
my name
as if from a great distance
a hilltop maybe
perhaps over water
so distinct it sounded
in a voice
I could not recognize
but my name
yes, my name
calling out
to me
have courage
oh little boat
riding the current
on this raging river
heading out
to sea
from Douglas Moore’s Art of Quotation
“It’s not where you take things from – it’s where you take them to.”
Jean-Luc Godard, Director
from Douglas Moore’s Art of Quotation
“Only one is a wanderer; two together are always going somewhere.”
— Madeleine, portrayed by Kim Novak, from the film “Vertigo“, 1958, directed by Alfred Hitchcock, 50 Greatest Films of All Time – British Film Institute
it can be called
unfinished business
though business
is not the word
I would prefer
the letters unanswered
the phone calls ignored
those messages unopened
on apps neglected
’tis the season
these take on
an urgency
they lack eleven months
a year
the past the present
converging once more
and I must consider
what to leave behind
what to take forward
into the new year
waiting
just outside
my door
there are some dreams
that waking
brings an ache
to the heart
Dismount and drink this wine.
Where to? I ask.
At odds with the world:
Return to rest by the South Hill.
Go. Go. Do not ask again.
Endless, the white clouds.
translated by Wai-lim Yip
Followed mountains over a thousand miles,
Floated on a stream for almost ten evenings.
Birds return: boats and oars put aside.
Stars thinned out: a long weary trip.
High and bright, morning moon.
Cold, so cold, early dewdrips.
translated by Wai-lim Yip
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