"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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