For the seven lakes, and by no man these verses: <br />Rain; empty river; a voyage, <br />Fire from frozen cloud, heavy rain in the twilight <br />Under the cabin roof was one lantern. <br />The reeds are heavy; bent; <br />and the bamboos speak as if weeping. <br /> <br />Autumn moon; hills rise about lakes <br />against sunset <br />Evening is like a curtain of cloud, <br />a blurr above ripples; and through it <br />sharp long spikes of the cinnamon, <br />a cold tune amid reeds. <br />Behind hill the monk's bell <br />borne on the wind. <br />Sail passed here in April; may return in October <br />Boat fades in silver; slowly; <br />Sun blaze alone on the river. <br /> <br />Where wine flag catches the sunset <br />Sparse chimneys smoke in the cross light <br /> <br />Comes then snow scur on the river <br />And a world is covered with jade <br />Small boat floats like a lanthorn, <br />The flowing water closts as with cold. And at San Yin <br />they are a people of leisure. <br /> <br />Wild geese swoop to the sand-bar, <br />Clouds gather about the hole of the window <br />Broad water; geese line out with the autumn <br />Rooks clatter over the fishermen's lanthorns, <br /> <br />A light moves on the north sky line; <br />where the young boys prod stones for shrimp. <br />In seventeen hundred came Tsing to these hill lakes. <br />A light moves on the South sky line. <br /> <br />State by creating riches shd. thereby get into debt? <br />Thsi is infamy; this is Geryon. <br />This canal goes still to TenShi <br />Though the old king built it for pleasure <br /> <br />K E I M E N R A N K E I <br />K I U M A N M A N K E I <br />JITSU GETSU K O K W A <br />T A N FUKU T A N K A I <br /> <br />Sun up; work <br />sundown; to rest <br />dig well and drink of the water <br />dig field; eat of the grain <br />Imperial power is? and to us what is it? <br /> <br />The fourth; the dimension of stillness. <br />And the power over wild beasts.<br /><br />Ezra Pound<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/canto-49/
