Goose, Goose, Goose,
Look skyward and let your song loose.
White feathers float on the green lake
As red feet paddle through clear waves.
NOTE: This poem’s title is often translated as “An Ode to the Goose” but the Chinese title 咏鹅 (Yǒng é) is “Chant[ing] Goose.”
the mountain trail
is engulfed in clouds;
a loud owl hoot.
tiny lascar,
sitting on a small leaf,
not blending -- at all.
swallows dogfight
out over the lake:
belly-bumping swells.
a bird in a bush:
does it know it’s worth
half a bird in hand?
a hawk screeches
somewhere in the valley,
but remains unseen.
a vulture soars,
riding the updraft and
sniffing for Death.
He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
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