STRANGE RIVER (From The Late Tang) by Pain not Bread
The Capilano Review (Spring 1999 / 2.28)
Gazing down into a language and literature not our own,
the dangers lie on every side, known and unknown,
and few exceptions to the rule. Neither love nor information
will bring us any nearer, and doubt makes reasonable claims.
Yet only here may we drink the water of mysterious origin
so far from the mainstream the whole looks uniform and still.
Strange river, full of images, dead woman, sunken leaves,
that waver underwater, buried, where ambition lies.