Poems of an Executed Revolutionary

A LETTER TO LADY T'AO CH'IU All alone with my shadow I whisper and murmur to it, And write strange characters In the air, like Yin Hao. It is not sickness, nor wine, Nor sorrow for those who are gone, Like Li Ch'ing-chao, that causes A whole city of anxiety To rise in my heart. …

Living in the Summer Mountains – Yu Xuanji

If I could travel back in time 1100 years, I would find this woman and marry her. Living in the Summer Mountains I have moved to this home of Immortals. Wild shrubs bloom everywhere. In the front garden, trees Spread their branches for clothes racks. I sit on a mat and float wine cups In …

Open the Blind

Nests in the eaves stir in the dawn Ephemeral as our peace Morning prayer Grace before food I understand The endless sky the small earth The shadow cone Your shining Lips and eyes Your thighs drenched with the sea A telescope full of fireflies Innumerable nebulae all departing Ten billion years before we ever met …