Tu Fu
Clear Evening after Rain
The sun sinks towards the horizon.
The light clouds are blown away.
A raunbow shines on the river.
The last raindrops spatter the rocks.
Cranes and herons soar in the sky.
Fat bears feed along the banks.
I wait here for the west wind
And enjoy the crescent moon
Shining through misty bamboos.

(from "One Hundred Poems from the Chinese)

transl. by Kenneth Rexroth