Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Poetry Year August 25th

The great swan to the sea comes,
the yellow pond cannot hold her interest.
In the cypress tree the kingfisher watches.
From the roof of the wooden treasure he watches.
The beauty of the winged rise, compels the god to be wicked wisely.
I pull an arrow from the trunk, who hunted such a bird?

(after Zhang Jiuling)

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