Meditation
Thin cloud. Light rain.
Far cell. Closed to noon.
Sit. Look. Green moss
Becomes one with your clothes.
poem by Wang Wei
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Duckweed Pond
Spring pond deep and wide
Time for the vessel's return
Slow the duckweed flows together
Willows draw them apart again
poem by Wang Wei
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Line
You might know our home-town news,
As you came from our home-town.
Tell me what was your nice view?
Did my winter plum blossom?!
poem by Wang Wei, translated by Yogi C.M. Chen
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One-Hearted
When those red berries come in springtime,
Flushing on your southland branches,
Take home an armful, for my sake,
As a symbol of our love.
poem by Wang Wei
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Huazi Ridge
A bird in flight goes on without limit,
Joined hills are autumn's colours again.
From top to bottom of Huazi Ridge,
Melancholy feeling has no end.
poem by Wang Wei
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Bamboo Adobe
I sit along in the dark bamboo grove,
Playing the zither and whistling long.
In this deep wood no one would know -
Only the bright moon comes to shine.
poem by Wang Wei, translated by Liu Wu-chi
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The Bamboo Grove
Alone I sit, dark, among bamboos;
I pluck my qín, or whistle Taoist breathing.
Deep in forest, no one can know:
the bright moon visits me and shines.
poem by Wang Wei, translated by William P. Coleman
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Deer Park
A mountain apart, and not a man in sight,
Only an echo of the talk of men:
Returning light makes way through the deep woods
And shines upon the green moss to rise again.
poem by Wang Wei, translated by A.Z. Foreman
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For P'ei Ti
We’ve not seen each other
for a long time now.
Each day above the stream
I see us arm in arm.
Memory. Painful goodbyes.
If it feels like this now,
What did it feel like then?
poem by Wang Wei, translated by Tony Kline
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A Song at Weicheng
A morning-rain has settled the dust in Weicheng;
Willows are green again in the tavern dooryard...
Wait till we empty one more cup –
West of Yang Gate there'll be no old friends.
poem by Wang Wei, translated by Witter Bynner
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