From the Chinese of Wang Li Shi, 1938

FROM THE CHINESE OF WANG LI SHI
1938

The Mourne Mountains like a team of bears
tumbling into the sea,
the embroidered fields like a monks patched cloak
spreading their skirts to every door,
the peasants leisurely allowing
the chickens and dogs to wander at will
the bare trees standing silent
entangle the stranger’s dream.