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Something Within The Heart
Something within the heart loves little things And holds them ever while great moments pass; The mind that shuns the pageantry of kings Will long remember how a blade of grass Held, in a drop of dew,...
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Dreams Of The Tang Dynasty #15
#15 Unable to Breathe Because of a Letter From the Capitol In my chambers, unable to breathe, All the color has left the world. A letter arrived from Chang’An today, I’ve read it a hundred times, The...
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Dreams Of The Tang Dynasty #16
#16 Dragons Scale incense fills the air, I watch her morning rituals from the bed. Two fools who found each other in this life, And yet she still finds the time to pray. Holy priestess of the...
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Dreams Of The Tang Dynasty #17
#17 We boil spring water to make tea, Sitting on a grassy knoll above the water. The waterfall continues as it has always done, Ten thousand years with little change. How many lovers have sat as we...
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Dreams Of The Tang Dynasty #18
#18 This lonely mountain house, Is the only place my heart can rest. I wake up in the cold morning light, And go walking the quiet wooded paths. Our country crumbles around us, But the world of men...
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Dreams of The Tang Dynasty #19
#19 My hands no longer work like they used to Stiff and achy, my fingers hurt to move. I long for music, but my pipa sits unplayed. I’ve carried it with me some days, Hoping to meet someone on the …...
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Dreams of The Tang Dynasty #20
#20 There is a man who lives Halfway down the mountain. He and his young daughter of eight years Have joined me on walks by the river. She has taken an interest in my old pipa And I have taken …...
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Dreams Of The Tang Dynasty #21
#21 There is no way, there is no balance, All the world is chaos and injustice. Tradition insists that women are darkness, And men are lightness – but tradition is wrong. She was my light- my burning...
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The Crumbling Theodosian
Every day Another brick falls. Every day The vines creep closer. The statues are ground to dust. The words are fading. The blood is covered with earth and forgotten. The happy heart decays Until only...
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Red Cliffs I. – Su Shih
First Prose Poem On The Red Cliffs In the autumn of 1082, on the 16th of the seventh month, Master Su and his guests sailed in a boat below the Red Cliffs. Clear wind blew gently, the water was calm. …...
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