Memories of ducks in winter; the winter is very mild this year
and seems over now in the mid-February,
THE TURNING YEAR
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.
Songs of Love, Moon and Wind: poems from the Chinese;
translated by Kenneth Rexroth and Eliot Weinberger
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.