Jun 12, 2007 12:19
I
the sun slips down
behind the western mountains
hills to the east vanish
the wind is driving horses through the clouds
the painted lute
and reed flute
play soft
rapid notes
a brocade skirt
rustles through
October dust
a breeze flutters the cassia leaves
seeds fall
a blue fox
weeps blood
for her dead mate
riding the golden tailed
dragons painted on ancient
walls, the rain god leaps
into the pools of autumn
a hundred year old owl
changes into
a forest demon
laughter!
green fire in the nest!
II
the witch pours
her libation, the wine
sizzles and clouds
gather in the sky
sweet fumes from the coals
in the jade brazier
sea gods and mountain demons
take their seats
votive papers crackle in the wind
her passion-wood lute
is inlaid with a golden phoenix
plucking it, she screws up her face
muttering
in time to the harsh chords
she calls the stars
and the dim gods
to her cup and dish
their feast
when demons are feeding
men shudder
the sun crawls over the mountains
the gods are all around
almost visible
their anger and pleasure leap
across her tranced
twitching face
then they mount their chariots
and ride, a swirling host
back to their distant mountains
-- Li Ho (791-817)