Classic Poem

The waters of Kunming Pool,
deeds of the days of Han,
The banners and pennons of Emperor Wu
here before my eyes.
Silk of the loom of the Weaving Girl
empty in moon of night,
Scales and fins of the whale of stone
stir in autumn wind
The waves toss a kumi seed,
black in sinking cloud,
And dew chills the lotus pod,
red of falling powder.
Barrier passes stretch to the heavens,
a road for only the birds;
Lakes and rivers fill the earth,
one aging fisherman.