Wang Ch'ang-ling

[quicksilver]

I share with you one of our Chinese poets Wang Ch'ang-ling, you like I hope. Chan.

Thinking in the Moonlight of Vice-Prefect Ts'uei in Shan-yin

Lying on high seat in the south study,
We have lifted the curtain - and we see the rising moon
Brighten with pure light the water and the grove
And flow like a wave on our window and our door.
It will move through the cycle, full moon and then crescent again,
Calmly, beyond our wisdom, altering new to old.
. . . Our chosen one, our friend, is now by a limpid river -
Singing, perhaps, a plaintive eastern song.
He is far, far away from us, three hundred miles away.
And yet a breath of orchids comes along the wind.

[cpdhuet]

Chan, there is a delicate quality to this poem like a fine Chinese painting. This is a great poem.

[william]

I have read this a few times and each reading fills the senses a little more. Thanks quicksilver.