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Canto 49

For the seven lakes, and by no man these verses:

Rain; empty river; a voyage,

Fire from frozen cloud, heavy rain in the twilight

Under the cabin roof was one lantern.

The reeds are heavy; bent;

and the bamboos speak as if weeping.

 

Autumn moon; hills rise about lakes

against sunset

Evening is like a curtain of cloud,

a blurr above ripples; and through it

sharp long spikes of the cinnamon,

a cold tune amid reeds.

Behind hill the monk’s bell

borne on the wind.

Sail passed here in April; may return in October

Boat fades in silver; slowly;

Sun blaze alone on the river.

 

Where wine flag catches the sunset

Sparse chimneys smoke in the cross light

 

Comes then snow scur on the river

And a world is covered with jade

Small boat floats like a lanthorn,

The flowing water closts as with cold. And at San Yin

they are a people of leisure.

 

Wild geese swoop to the *******

Clouds gather about the hole of the window

Broad water; geese line out with the autumn

Rooks clatter over the fishermen’s lanthorns,

 

A light moves on the north sky line;

where the young boys **** stones for shrimp.

In seventeen hundred came Tsing to these hill lakes.

A light moves on the South sky line.

 

State by creating riches shd. thereby get into debt?

Thsi is infamy; this is Geryon.

This canal goes still to TenShi

Though the old king built it for pleasure

 

K E I M E N R A N K E I

K I U M A N M A N K E I

JITSU GETSU K O K W A

T A N FUKU T A N K A I

 

Sun up; work

sundown; to rest

dig well and drink of the water

dig field; eat of the grain

Imperial power is? and to us what is it?

 

The fourth; the dimension of stillness.

And the power over wild beasts.

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Ezra Pound
1885-1972 / Male / American
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