J.P. Seaton

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Translations of
the Chinese Masters

Contents

 

Ten Poems by Ou-yang Hsiu
  Ou-yang Hsui

Poems from "An Answering Music"
  Anonymous, Drunken Villagers
  Tu Fu, House Cricket and Song of the Bound Chickens
  Yuan Mei, Dog Days, At "Be Careful Bank," Night Thought, Talking Art, When the Clouds Come

More Poems by Yan Mei and Poems by T'ao Ch'ien
  Yuan Mei, End of the Year, Something to Ridicule
  T'ao Ch'ien, Drinking Wine XVI, After the Ancients

Poems from "Traces: Fifty Generations of Zen Poetry "
  Seng Yu, To everything there is a season
  Ling Yi, Drinking Tea with Hermit Yuan at Greenmount Pool
  Cheng Fu, Freedom's Good
  Kuan Hsiu, Chung-nan Mountain Monk, Mean Alleyways, A Hundred Sorrows, Leaving It to You
  Ching Yun, The Old Man of the Creek
  Yuan Mei, So Be It
  Ching An, Making a Fool of Myself

Poem from "World Views: New Writing About Nature"
  Kuan Hsiu, Hymn on the Way

Poems from "Getting Past Words"
  Ching An, To Show You All, on the First Morning of the Year, Facing Snow and Writing What My Heart Embraces, On the Spot Where Shih-chia Tz Sits in Meditation

 

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 J.P. Seaton

Translations of the Chinese Masters


CHING AN

Making a Fool of Myself

                      I

Cold cliff, dead tree, this
knobby-pated me,
thinks maybe nothing's
better than a poem.
I mock myself, writing
in the dust, and
damn the man who penned the first word,
and steered so many astray.

                     II

Slices of flesh made burnt offering
to Buddha. And so I came to know
myself….a ball of mud
dissolving in the water.
I had ten fingers, now I've eight.
Did I think I could become a Buddha
one slice at a time?