Warm Greetings
to Li Jinren
I am content this morning
The chitchat magpies mirror my mood
Last night in lamplight, candles made ready
Incense smouldering
I stood by the door
Greeting my handsome guest
The girl weaving
Everyone knows
Makes eyes at the farm boy
For once
I’m not even a little jealous
Letter from the
Province
I live idle days, writing poems
Looking towards Wangwu Mountains
Thinking of our time there
I let my horse follow the water course, east
West
Confusing north with south
I was thinking of our nights together
A rainy time of shared feasts
And then as flowers emerged on the branches
I climbed the stairs alone
Later your return, so sudden I couldn’t speak
I was so happy
Our little house in the alley
So cosy
Now Xiangru’s lute has lost its strings
Swallows mate and separate
As autumn comes, remember me
Remember
The Yellow River
The reasons for visiting
A Poem in Reply
to a Poem
Bloated crowds, burst vessels and clamour
I sing softly to myself
On my own again
Not thinking much about love
No one to read my poems
No matter
Behind village walls, common flowers find light
I live in the back lane
Yan Yuan lived alone, cheerful in his own company
I too am learning to be paths of roots
Pines in the mountains
Willows at West
Hill
Another morning, another farewell
And tears
I made daisy chains for jewellery
A spring day, breezy
You and I walking on fallen willow wands
I keep thinking, if only this hill was bare of trees
Maybe I could stop sobbing
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