AUTUMN THOUGHTS

Sumac showing pale traces of red,
        chrysanthemums bit by bit unfurling;
a tall sky where winds keep company
        with the sadness of wild goose cries—
my poems—have they not a keenness
        to match the blades of Ping?
They slice off a bit of autumn scene,
        wrap it up in a paper scroll.


Lu Yu (tr. Burton Watson)