Bright moon, when did you appear?
Lifting my wine, I question the blue sky.
Tonight in the palaces and halls of heaven
what year is it, I wonder?
translated by Burton Watson
Author: zdunno03
“Work isn’t to make money; you work to justify life.”
from Douglas Moore’s Art of Quotation
following a line from Su Tung-p’o
oh heart
that holds memory
so dear
release me
“Our duty as storytellers is to bring people to the station. There each person will choose his or her own train…But we must at least take them to the station…to a point of departure.”
from Douglas Moore’s Art of Quotation
“Our duty as storytellers is to bring people to the station. There each person will choose his or her own train…But we must at least take them to the station…to a point of departure.”
Federico Fellini, director
from Beginning of Autumn: A Poem to Send to Tzu-yu by Su Tung-p’o
The hundred rivers day and night flow on,
we and all things following;
only the heart remains unmoved,
clutching the past.
translated by Burton Watson
torn promises
there
where the torn promises
lie
so is my heart
“We’d all like to vote for the best man but he’s never a candidate.”
from Douglas Moore’s Art of Quotation
“We’d all like to vote for the best man but he’s never a candidate.”
Written for My Own Amusement by Wang An-shih
I shut the door, hoping to drive off sorrow,
but to the very end sorrow refused to go.
Let a spring breeze come along, though, and then what happens?
I could beg sorrow to linger and sorrow would never stay!
translated by Burton Watson
what almost was
there were those nights
we sat in your alcove
drinking wine drinking tea
eating watermelon apple slices
nibbling on Italian cookies cake
after a late show
at the Lincoln Plaza Cinema
talking of books
we were reading
of the upcoming season
at Carnegie Hall
of an aria
sung by Renée Fleming
there was the food
you packed for me
to take home
and that sadness lingering
as I left
of what almost was
and never would be
again
Presented to Wang Lun by Li Po
Li Po on board, ready to push off,
suddenly heard the tramping and singing on the bank.
Peach Flower Pool a thousand feet deep
is shallower than the love of Wang Lun who sees me off.
translated by Burton Watson
Leonard Durso 