Mei Yao Ch'en
The Crescent Moon
The crescent moon shines
Over the corner of my house.
My neighbor's dogs howl.
The family is in trouble.
In the middle of night
Spirits fly about and strange creatures stir.
A murmur runs over the high grass
Although no wind blows.

(from "One Hundred Poems from the Chinese)

transl. by Kenneth Rexroth