Lament 4 [感遇四] by Zhang Jiuling [张九龄] [w/ Audio]

South of Yangtze, stands of red tangerine
Can endure winter while remaining green.
Is it that the weather there is so warm?
No. Their nature 's to bear a winter storm.
What might well serve the joyful traveler
Will be loathsome peril to passengers.
Fate factors in chance and situation --
Not playing around in cyclic rotation.
You may cultivate crops however you please,
But should heed shade thrown by mountains & trees.

This is the fourth poem in 300 Tang Poems [唐诗三百首] and the final poem of a quartet that opens that collection. The original in Simplified Chinese is:

江南有丹橘, 经冬犹绿林;
岂伊地气暖? 自有岁寒心。
可以荐嘉客, 奈何阻重深!
运命惟所遇, 循环不可寻。
徒言树桃李, 此木岂无阴?

Dizzying [Haiku]

mountain trail:
kicked stone sails, then drops...
out of sight.

Hermitage [Haiku]

hermit climbs the hill:
clouds mask his ascent,
obscure the cavemouth.

Spring’s Story [Haiku]

unfurled buds,
not drooped to gravity,
tell Spring’s story.

Little Dragon [Lyric Poem]

Ancient temple carved with features:
Beasts, men, gods and mythic creatures.
Imagine my surprise when I
Came face-to-face with this lil’ guy.

The lizard did his level best
To stay stock still with puffed-out chest.
To pass for a chiseled dragon,
But couldn’t keep its tail from waggin’.

World Lung [Haiku]

trunk splits to branches
that stretch to the edge
of oxygen’s crossing.

After Autumn Rain [Haiku]

pavement glistens;
yellow leaves sodden:
nothing moves... but drips.

Something Moves [Haiku]

something moves
through the tall grass --
mystery rump & ears.

DAILY PHOTO: Elephant in the Grasslands

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“The Snow Man” by Wallace Stevens [w/ Audio]

One must have a mind of winter
To regard the frost and the boughs
Of the pine-trees crusted with snow;

And have been cold a long time
To behold the junipers shagged with ice,
The spruces rough in the distant glitter

Of the January sun; and not to think
Of any misery in the sound of the wind,
In the sound of a few leaves,

Which is the sound of the land
Full of the same wind
That is blowing in the same bare place

For the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.