A NIGHT MOORING NEAR MAPLE BRIDGE
While I watch the moon go down, a crow caws through the frost;
Under the shadows of the maple-trees a fisherman moves with his torch;
And I hear, from beyond Su-chou, from the temple on ,
Ringing for me, here in my boat, the midnight bell.
-Chang Chi (Witter Bynner trans.)
01 May, 2009
Poem o' the Day
A little hair of the dog? We can't just come off of National Poetry Month cold turkey, and thanks to Chris, we don't have to.