Sunday, December 23, 2012

The Snow and The Plum (II) By Lu Mei Po: Translation By Red Pine



The plum without the snow isn't very special,
and snow without a poem is simply commonplace,
At sunset when the poem is done then it snows again,
Together with the plum they complete the spring.











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Thursday, December 6, 2012

Snow Country Weavers By James Welch

A time to tell you: things are well.
Birds went south years ago.
But one returned, a blue-wing teal
wild with news of his mother's ego.
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Mention me to friends, Say:
Wolves are starving at my door,
The coldness drives them from their prey,
No meat can be sought from forest floor.
.
Spiders busy weaving threads
to bandage up the day, and more,
Those webs were filled with words
that tumbled messages into wind.