Chi Kuo-chang /photos courtesy of Chi Kuo-chang /tr. by Geof Aberhart
How many capricci does one get in a lifetime? One? Two? Infinitely many?
Who is in them? Family? Lovers? Just oneself?
As the sun sets on the Danshui River, egrets linger in its sun-reddened waters, reluctant to leave,
Solemnly singing their own lonely capricci.