Two Pages Of 40 Verses For Li Gong In Return For His Painting Of The Pines A cool dew covers ten thousand plants1 I open the scroll to reveal the old pines Everywhere the mountains are covered with a sea of green How they grow on such peaks remains to be seen? Unaided, their lonely…… Continue reading Painting of the Pines
“Join us for a drink,” my workmates call out sometimes, when the air rushes in from the Jiang river and the moon looks like a scuffed coin on black silk. Then I thank the darkness for hiding the dirt the daylight reveals. Some evenings I join them and we play hooks and drink warm wine.…… Continue reading Poem Without a Title 8
This morning, the cup of tea beside me spilt over my tunic. The green liquid soaked into my skin and spread through my cassock. It was too hot to ignore and too cool to burn. The wetness brought to mind images of clouds and rain, as well as the blue sky over Zhengzhou. I was…… Continue reading Poem Without a Title 5
A Tang Poet From Nairobi 