Poem
Lo Fu
Beyond the Fog
An egretReads Les Nourritures Terrestres in a rice paddy
It circles a certain point, swirling like fog
Lowering its head by chance
It snaps up a cloud on the water’s surface
Contemplation is nothing more than
Pondering whether or not the sun is a nihilist
Lifting its left leg, it wonders
If its body should swing into the fog
Or beyond the fog
It spreads its wings and the universe follows, drifting upward
Dawn is a song, short and bright
Igniting itself in the fog
If the horizon line rises to bind you
It can only bind your wings, not your flight
© Translation: 2007, John Balcom
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© 1966, Lo Fu
From: Poems from Beyond
From: Poems from Beyond
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Beyond the Fog
An egretReads Les Nourritures Terrestres in a rice paddy
It circles a certain point, swirling like fog
Lowering its head by chance
It snaps up a cloud on the water’s surface
Contemplation is nothing more than
Pondering whether or not the sun is a nihilist
Lifting its left leg, it wonders
If its body should swing into the fog
Or beyond the fog
It spreads its wings and the universe follows, drifting upward
Dawn is a song, short and bright
Igniting itself in the fog
If the horizon line rises to bind you
It can only bind your wings, not your flight
© 2007, John Balcom
From: Poems from Beyond
From: Poems from Beyond
Beyond the Fog
An egretReads Les Nourritures Terrestres in a rice paddy
It circles a certain point, swirling like fog
Lowering its head by chance
It snaps up a cloud on the water’s surface
Contemplation is nothing more than
Pondering whether or not the sun is a nihilist
Lifting its left leg, it wonders
If its body should swing into the fog
Or beyond the fog
It spreads its wings and the universe follows, drifting upward
Dawn is a song, short and bright
Igniting itself in the fog
If the horizon line rises to bind you
It can only bind your wings, not your flight
© 2007, John Balcom
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