"Poetic Thoughts in a Forest Pavilion"*--Landscape Etude 2.
Exercises after masterpiece landscape paintings
Facing me the landscape spreads out
The disheveled brushstrokes are like her dark hair
Swelling and tapering
Till drying brush-hairs separate
Leaving flying white lines within
Twigs and veins
I saw a faint smile
Creeps across her face--
The one river two banks scenery
Spring or autumn, I can't tell
Whether her equinox-like countenance is
Warming up or cooling down
Waiting for the ferry
In the rhythmic yet tepid ink
Now heavier, now lighter
My meditation has been swamped
In her penciled eyebrows
Shapely shoals
A shanty, a rock
Patches bamboo groves
Penned quickly without flourishes
Set up an alibi for the missing hermit painter
Who camouflages her melancholy
Beneath chalked hills, rough-adzed banks
And lichened white boughs
So luxurious, so aristocratic
Yet innocent
The carved gemstones
The elastic hair brush
Had been lost in unspeakable memories
But the cinnaber seal prints
The dexterous cursive scripts
Unequivocally testify
Her affection, her affliction
Calling for friends
Not coveters
*Ni Zan (1306-1374), "Poetic Thoughts in a Forest Pavilion" (c. 1371),
The Art Institute of Chicago, Hanging scroll, ink on paper, 124 x 50.5 cm.
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