Thursday, February 12, 2015

Next month, next year . . .

Memories of ducks in winter; the winter is very mild this year 
and seems over now in the mid-February,


Nightfall. Clouds scatter and vanish.
The sky is pure and cold.
Silently the River of Heaven turns in the Jade Vault.
Tonight I do not enjoy life to the full,
Next month, next year, who knows where I will be.

Su-Tung Po

Songs of Love, Moon and Wind: poems from the Chinese;
translated by Kenneth Rexroth and Eliot Weinberger
New Directions.

Su-Tung Po is among my very favorites. I am midway through his 1947 biography by Lin Yutang. While travel is much easier for me, it is still problematic. I am still hoping to get back to California soon.

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