Wandering Bell Mountain by Wang An-shih

Gazing all day into mountains, I can’t get enough of mountains.
Retire into mountains, and mountains become our old masters:

when mountain blossoms scatter away, mountains always remain,
and in empty mountain stream water, mountains deepen idleness.

translated by David Hinton

remembering LA: for Maureen

you sauntered
into the house
for dinner
where three
slightly hungover
writers lived
and asked
in that off-handed
manner of yours
who do you
have to fuck
to get a drink
around here
and though I can’t
remember
who cooked dinner
or poured your drink
I do know
how my heart
lights up
remembering