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This poem is taken from PN Review 256, Volume 47 Number 2, November - December 2020.

Wong May translates Du Fu Du Fu
Visiting a Nephew

To rinse rice
        Draw less
    Drawing much,
    You muddy the well,
Cutting down wild ferns for food,
    Don’t let go your hand
    Let go your hand,

    You hurt the root.

Not Seeing Li Bai

Not seeing  Li Bai
For a time
I begin to fear for him.

My friend
With talent enough to kill,

 : Be killed.
It’s as well he was thought

Am I alone in loving that talent
Goddamn talent

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