Two poems
by Lan Yu
'Pacific Grove Morning fog hangs low,
Leisurely, waves rush onto the shore,
Rocks crowd together like clouds.
Vast is the sea, its horizon melts into the sky.
Almost touching the ocean, lines of sea gulls pass by.
Totally ignoring the splashing water
Two people fish a high cliff
Purple blossoms border the winding path,
Traffic mixes with human voice,
High is my mood for sightseeing.
Hating to return
I sat on a bench, facing a sail, distant, and alone 1999.6.30 Climing the Fremont Peak At dusk we climb the towering Fremont Peak
With brown grass and green trees in sight
A sea of clouds weighs heavy over the Bay
High wind briskly dances the red, blue and white
Silent are the antenne and quiet the hills
Memories, like smoke, trail into days bygone
Oblivious of human cares, the sun sinks down
A river of stars meditates with a river of light 1999,7,11
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