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Sunday, December 20, 2015

Beginning to Translate Wang Wei's Wang River Sequence


The Tang Dynasty poet Wang Wei and his friend Pei Di wrote a series of paired quatrains about twenty sites on Wang's estate near the Wang River. (This "wang" is a different word, written with a different character, than the poet's name.) I would like to make my version of all of these forty poems, commonly called "The Wang River Sequence." The majority of Wang's contributions are pretty readily available in some form I can work on. But those of Pei Di, the less-celebrated poet, are quite scarce. 




XINYI VILLAGE


Limbs, branches, hibiscus flowers.
Throughout the hills, their red calyces.
House by the stream, stillness, and no one.
All around, all blooming and falling.




RILL BY THE HOUSE OF THE LUANS


Hard wind blows through autumn rain.
Shallow rills flow over rocks.
Water beads splash against each other.
White egret starts, then settles back.




DEER FENCE

Empty Mountain.
Seeing no one.
Hearing someone's
echoing voice.
The late day sun
enters again
the deep forest,
shining once more
on the green moss.



 BAMBOO GROVE


Picking out tunes on my lute,
whistling a bit of something,
I sit here in so much light,
alone and facing the moon.

Sunday, December 6, 2015

More Translations of Rumi


1135 UT


Like a charmed snake, I'm twisting and turning.
Like a lock of the beloved's hair, I'm twisting and turning.
What kind of writhing this is, I swear I don't know.
But I know I'm nothing without twisting and turning.




656 AK


Like the River Oxus is the lover's heart's blood.
And the lover himself is froth on that flood.
Your body is a wheel and love is its water.
Can a mill wheel turn without water?

Saturday, December 5, 2015

Two Quatrains By Rumi


1784UT


How cruel to play a tanboor for the deaf,
to lodge Joseph with the blind,
to put sugar in the mouth of nausea
or a nymph in the bed of impotence.




1082AK


For a while I dwelt among men,
never catching scent of grace or tint of kindness.
So I made myself hidden again,
water in iron, fire in stone.

Saturday, October 31, 2015

Been looking at some of Joni Mitchell's paintings.  I think I remember hearing that she regards herself as more a painter than a singer or songwriter.  This one looks like an Edward Hopper--if Hopper were a portraitist.  She depicts herself with her heart on her sleeve.

Sunday, October 25, 2015

Malioboro di Jogjakarta


                                          MALIOBORO DI SORE

                                          Orang-orang, banyak warna.
                                          Abu-abu, kehujanan.
                                          Mantel-mantel, kecil di bawa.











Tuesday, October 13, 2015

Culinary Calculus


CULINARY CALCULUS

licorice:candy::liver:meat
apricot:peach::brussels sprout:cabbage

Saturday, October 10, 2015


A POEM FOR MY ANNUAL DAY OF PANTHEISM

God, being eyeless,
sees through me.
God, being wingless,
flies through thee,
great heron skimming the water.