Night After Night
Moon-splendour streams through cloud-rifts from the sky.
The jade-stone walkway creaks with the sudden weight
Of its balustrade-shadows. Parted, you and I
Think the same night-thoughts: now, but too late, too late.
Ou-yang Hsiu (1007-1072)
Sun-thing
I am as steady as the Northern Star,
Year in, year out, dependably in place:
But you, day-fickle sun-thing that you are,
Turn east, turn west an hourly changing face.
Tsu Yeh (fl.c. 375)
Portrait
She sits in the glint
from the pearls of her up-rolled screen.
Her frown-drawn eyebrows,
locking cold eye to eye,
Narrow sharp corners
still with dried tears stained green.
She is envy itself. She is hate.
I do not know why.
Li Po (701-762)
Birds' Eye Views
The swallow and the sparrow see no use
In things that, to the eagle and the goose,
Are plainly useful. It could even be
That, from their littleness, the little see
Nothing whatever of Immensity.
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