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Two Poems

Two Poems A L A I t he gra ssl and s ings itsel f Turquoise among clouds Gold in waves of light Crystal-headed spirits seated among silver firs, Their flash is their song, The chant of the grassland: Deer graze under heaven, drink The waters of ancient earth. Antelope bolt through the fragrance of flowers all year round. O God, how fair is the noon you bestow! Our eyes brim with oceans of animals, Elegant-horned, sturdy-coated. Flames of hotsprings tremble in bright air, Red-robed lamas cover the hills. At the words of their prayers, yaks nod their enormous heads. Swans emerge from the lotus-filled hearts of round lakes. Grassland, silent under your black cloak, Chanting yourself with unceasing song In the coolness of each smooth round stone, Every passing bird's shadow, Since long before flowers were given their names! t he wolf Eyes Deeper than darkness And more silent Fangs Sharper than grief And more bright When the sun shines on the earth The wolf has nothing to do with us Hidden deep in mountain wilderness. But when twilight dims the peaks And my gaze vaguely follows the river into the dusk Suddenly I'm alone Musing on grassland, cliffs, http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Manoa University of Hawai'I Press

Two Poems

Manoa , Volume 12 (2) – Oct 1, 2000

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A L A I t he gra ssl and s ings itsel f Turquoise among clouds Gold in waves of light Crystal-headed spirits seated among silver firs, Their flash is their song, The chant of the grassland: Deer graze under heaven, drink The waters of ancient earth. Antelope bolt through the fragrance of flowers all year round. O God, how fair is the noon you bestow! Our eyes brim with oceans of animals, Elegant-horned, sturdy-coated. Flames of hotsprings tremble in bright air, Red-robed lamas cover the hills. At the words of their prayers, yaks nod their enormous heads. Swans emerge from the lotus-filled hearts of round lakes. Grassland, silent under your black cloak, Chanting yourself with unceasing song In the coolness of each smooth round stone, Every passing bird's shadow, Since long before flowers were given their names! t he wolf Eyes Deeper than darkness And more silent Fangs Sharper than grief And more bright When the sun shines on the earth The wolf has nothing to do with us Hidden deep in mountain wilderness. But when twilight dims the peaks And my gaze vaguely follows the river into the dusk Suddenly I'm alone Musing on grassland, cliffs,

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Published: Oct 1, 2000

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