WHITE MOUNTAIN AND BLACK WATER

It was as if he was looking at the view from nowhere.

The strange animal collecting other animals and putting them

In gardens strange (this stage is turbulent and troublesome).

 

The gaze of the snake however dark and luminous he is

Is adorned with these adorable defects: all things are full

Of gods, thought Zhou; an odd kind of poem, an odd kind

 

Of technical manual. He, Zhou, in the summer night had this

Thought, again: A white horse is not a horse and there

 Are no ghosts, and everything that ever happened on this  

 

So fruitful earth is no mystery. And no wish to reveal mystery

He had. Physicians soothsayers craftsmen merchants,

The power of the secret; the five colours blind the eye.

 

As when burying the white blade he pulled out the red one, then
Pondered narcotics and powders pouring into the crystal stream.