Panels of the Four Seasons You lower tiers of wisteria, steep patrina in trays of green, daub grass before a brushwood door. When the Oxherd seeks the Weaver, magpies form a bridge across panels of gold sky. Quail upon pampas, cuckoo among hills, echo. Yellow in the gingko: October passes a mountain. Loquat candle-lit along the Kamo. You find, in frost the fragrance of chrysanthemum, a memory of Autumn. A fog, or bank of cherry flowers. In empty December forests, the last logs of moonlight burn. Robert Dorsett Robert Dorsett is a physician working in Berkeley. His latest book of translations, Ai Qing Selected Poems, was published by Random House/Penguin in 11/21.
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