Poems

Song of the Bowmen of Shu Here we are, picking the first fern-shoots And saying: When shall we get back to our country? Here we are […]

Statement of Being I am a grave poetic hen That lays poetic eggs And to enhance my temperament A little quiet begs. We make the yolk […]

Sub Mare It is, and is not, I am sane enough, Since you have come this place has hovered round me, This fabrication built of autumn […]

Taking Leave of a Friend Blue mountains to the north of the walls, White river winding about them; Here we must make separation And go out […]

Tame Cat It rests me to be among beautiful women Why should one always lie about such matters? I repeat: It rests me to converse with […]

The Bath-Tub As a bathtub lined with white porcelain, When the hot water gives out or goes tepid, So is the slow cooling of our chivalrous […]

The Encounter All the while they were talking the new morality Her eyes explored me. And when I rose to go Her fingers were like the […]

The Fault of It Some may have blamed us that we cease to speak Of things we spoke of in our verses early, Saying: a lovely […]

The Garden En robe de parade. Samain Like a skein of loose silk blown against a wall She walks by the railing of a path in […]

The Garret Come, let us pity those who are better off than we are. Come, my friend, and remember that the rich have butlers and no […]