July 1, 1998
Globefish
—from the third of four album leaves A fine rain drizzles and drizzles on Yellow Bamboo Village. A light boat bobs and bobs among waves and clouds. How can […]
July 1, 1998
Bright Light and Cloud Shadows
Spring mountains have no near or far. A thought of the past instantly becomes a forest. With no place where clouds are not flying, how did a worldly thought come […]
July 1, 1998
Inscription for a Painting
Summer solstice: on Chang-t’ai Street, I dab a corpse-like cloud image with a brush. Of the chronicles recited on the ancient terrace, where is the wind that will wash them […]
July 1, 1998
Inscribed on a Painting
White clouds, like a sash, wind around the mountain’s waist. Stone steps rise into the void on this steep, narrow path. Alone, leaning on a chenopod staff, I gaze into […]
July 1, 1998
Untitled (II)
Phoenix tails, fragrant silk, so many thin folds. Under the round green canopy, she opens herself to the night. A fan cuts the moon’s shape but can’t conceal her blush. […]