Sunday, June 23, 2019

YANG MU ~









A Flurry of Snow





What flitted back across the hills yesternight, without a sound

I thought was a long buried matter of the heart

from the deepest recesses of a valley wallowing in death

With my own eyes I saw her open a little doorway onto the garden

tentatively venture forth, look here, there, then

promptly disappear, leaving, in the end, still

the very heart of winter, nothing but traces


1996

translated by Steve Bradbury



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Yang Mu
Hawk of the Mind
Columbia, 2018









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