Distant Views
From Jiangling, maples
So many leaves
And the boats evening frames by the river bridge
My lord Zian, aching for you here
The current turns against itself, all day
All night, as though time was forgotten
Poem for Zian
All the wine in the world
And still this sadness, not finding a way
To break a hundred knots of distance
Between us
The rarest flower disappears, returning in spring
The boats of travellers
Catch in willows east and west
So many shapes in passing clouds
Affection is a river
Everything with it, moving
I want someone who loves me for myself
It’s too lonely here in Jade Tower
My face in the wine pot
News of a
Journey
Night after night
Snuggling beneath a bright marquee
I began to get ideas
Then
My love said to me
He must leave
A journey
He said
And now I sleep alone
Not thinking of clouds at all
Their exact locations
By the faint lamp
Or the single moth
Circling
News of a
Journey II
The water chases softly
Filling footprints
Never knowing a settled place
Clouds
Appear, from where
From where
No one can make them stay
Empty breezes
Twilight on the Yellow River
A wildfowl by the stretch of shore
Swimming alone
Its flock already flown
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