Relic Environments Trilogy: Book I, Part 2. xiii-xv

from Book I, Part 2, Revelations of a Lesser Wife

Winter Poem for Wen Feiqing

Sitting by the lamp all night

Still no verses

Bedcovers cold

Leaves everywhere in the courtyard

Night winds make a melancholy sound

Somehow, the moon manages beauty

Through cheap curtains

Deep light beyond the screen

Our wishes are the same, but no time for them

So far

Love’s wave has its own momentum

Rising

And falling

These pine woods are not for nest builders

Last evening, a sparrow circled overhead

Calling and calling

Poem for Li Ying

(On Receiving His Poem, “Fishing in Summer”)

I thought you were avoiding me

Living in the same street, not meeting

Even once in the year

Old flames deserve better         

Poems for them appealing to their higher nature

Sweet-barked cassia stippled with new buds

Tao

Snow crystal water memory 

Enlightenment avoids silk, sheer embroideries

If you like, you can follow my footprints

All the way to heaven

The path to love more difficult, misty    

Lost in clouds

 

Invitation to My Neighbour in the West

One hundred syllable poem

Muffled gong, each breath          

How many times practicing clearing          

The high wall between us

I keep looking your way

                       

I am not a statue

The stars themselves a vast expectancy        

The rivers of Hunan stir

Dawn not far

I have made a picnic for the festival

I have pulled the tunes of strings   

Across the sounding-board

The night finds its place in the wine

Homesickness

Yours is here