Poetry. Translations of poetry, mostly classical Chinese and Japanese. Anything else I want to write.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
英文的中國古典的詩
有關我的著作的其中很多個評論在中文裡。這樣我嘗試用中文編寫一份小邀請。謝謝到的每個人評論了。問題,更長評論,或批評也是受歡迎的。我將樂意回答,如果我能。大部分我的著作是我的翻譯,或在英語中的版本, Du Fu,李 Bai,其他的中。但是我也編寫其他事情。如果你在尋找中國詩和你在第一個頁不找任何,看下一個夫婦頁。你可能很快將找有些。
Friday, June 25, 2010
And Even More Compressed
This world, I try not to see,
still dogs me like a shadow.
--Minamoto no Toshiyori
still dogs me like a shadow.
--Minamoto no Toshiyori
Another Tanka I've Translated into a Haiku--What Am I Missing?
Foam on the water
I am, that still wants to live
for a thousand years.
--Otomo no Yakamochi
I am, that still wants to live
for a thousand years.
--Otomo no Yakamochi
The Tortures of the Damned II
Those who believe that, in answer to their prayers, God will redirect the lives of others, will spend each day in Hell broken down on a lonely road. As they pray for help, a car will appear and they'll be offered a ride. One day the car will be involved in a fiery crash at the first intersection. The next day, the driver will be a pervert with terrible hygiene. The next day the driver will kick them out of the car when they praise the wrong god for their deliverance. The next day...
My First Full-Length Li Bai
We Say Here Our Last Goodbye
Blue mountains to the north of town.
White water to the east of town.
We stop here for a last goodbye.
Thistledown flies a thousand li.
Now you must be a floating cloud,
and your old friend, the setting sun.
Waving, each goes his separate way.
Parting horses nicker and neigh.
--Li Bai
Blue mountains to the north of town.
White water to the east of town.
We stop here for a last goodbye.
Thistledown flies a thousand li.
Now you must be a floating cloud,
and your old friend, the setting sun.
Waving, each goes his separate way.
Parting horses nicker and neigh.
--Li Bai
Sunday, June 20, 2010
First Ghazal
When the forsythia burst into blathering flame
and the star stopped over the barn, she knew.
When she would not give him a lock of hair
or the apple from under her arm, he knew.
Thousands of hogs. The woodlot, the garden gone.
This was not the farm she knew.
Oh well, he had his harness to mend,
and she, her socks to darn, he knew.
They'd come to her for a garlic wreath
or the words to that charm she knew.
Ron would have kept to he and she,
but his name was proper form, he knew.
and the star stopped over the barn, she knew.
When she would not give him a lock of hair
or the apple from under her arm, he knew.
Thousands of hogs. The woodlot, the garden gone.
This was not the farm she knew.
Oh well, he had his harness to mend,
and she, her socks to darn, he knew.
They'd come to her for a garlic wreath
or the words to that charm she knew.
Ron would have kept to he and she,
but his name was proper form, he knew.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
The Wonder-Filled World of the Fifth-Grade Boy
Every day
of a cold and snowless week
we paused at Eastway and Royalton
where a big, round, bright green hocker
was frozen to the walk,
then continued on
through the bejeweled morning
to school.
of a cold and snowless week
we paused at Eastway and Royalton
where a big, round, bright green hocker
was frozen to the walk,
then continued on
through the bejeweled morning
to school.
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