What I like about Zhang Zao's 1996 poem especially is that everything happens at the same time. A poem of transformation written in 3D. So the forest is like a generator, squirrels make telephone calls long distance, china shops, bills and ballet in the mist and vegetation. "You walk about,as if the forest isn't in the forest." And yet it becomes more forest because of it.
And that it was written on New Year's Day so it fits in with a whole other genre of new year poetry.
And Brian Holton's translation!
He feels he's got from the universe, for the first time, a pair of hands and violence.