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I took leave of you, old friend, at the
Yellow Crane Pavilion;
In the mist and bloom of March, you went
down to Yang-chou:
A lonely sail, distant shades, extinguished by blue--
There, at the horizon, where river meets sky.
Li Po
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Stanton Hager
(11/17/2008 7:36:00 AM) |
To one of the greatest poems in all of Chinese literature, the unnamed translator has given neither a literal nor a literary translation. I offer my own translation:
In April,
the air thick with the fragrance
of moist blossoms,
my friend and I exchange goodbyes
at Yellow Crane Tower
as he departs downriver
east to Yang-chou.
His lone sail
fades from sight until,
a shadower flicker,
it sinks into the blue abyss
of the sky.
Then I see only
the long river
surging
through heaven gates.
Trans., Stanton Hager
Footnote: 'the long river' = the great Yangtze
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