- Drunk the Night After the EclipseAfter Li Po
Jewelled in morning’s lineage: cinereal lights orbed in the distance.
… My thoughts on the way north are filled with the search of memories when the egret was balmy with blue plums.
… At twenty I married a sea-merchant; I noticed that the autumn wind brought a green color to his eyes.
… Next to the garden of orchids, I heard the sound of a flute and the voice of clouds.
… The nightingale’s song hangs silently— two years I’ve waited for your arrival. [End Page 229]
Christian Bancroft is a fourth-year student majoring in English at Texas A&M University in College Station.