A Gathering of Poems
Spring 1984
Walking Back to China
The Emperor from his death-bed has sent a message to you alone … But you sit at your window when evening falls and dream it to yourself. FRANZ KAFKA I […]
A Gathering of Poems
Spring 1984
An Arrowhead from the Ancient Battlefield of Ch’ang-P’ing
From the Chinese. Lacquer dust and powdered bone and red-coloured cinnabar: their ancient blood spurted out to bear these bronze flowers. The white feathers and gilt shaft have rotted in […]