Tuesday, June 25, 2024

One Lurking Locust

from Mars
By Alfred Gong

Mars took quarters in the city hall,
he was enthusiastic about towers
and above all, he appreciated card indexes. 
He collected ragpicker and bums,
and made them knight and adviser.
Hidden in a fold of his garment
the locust lurked.


 --Translated by Gertrude Schwebell

Tuesday, June 11, 2024

One Bird-Smeared Poem

My clumsy poem on the inn-wall none cared to see. 
With bird-droppings and moss's growth the letters were blotched away. 
There came a guest with heart so full, that though a page to the Throne, 
He did not grudge with his broidered coat to wipe off the dust, and read. 

 --Po Chü-i (Bai Juyi)