"You must suffer me to go my own dark way"
A scholar named Wang
Laughed at my poems.
The accents are wrong,
Too many beats;
The meter is poor,
The wording impulsive.
I laugh at his poems, 57 more words
1 week, 3 days ago
1 month ago
I laugh at what he calls poetry: a blind man’s
rhymes in lukewarm praise of the sun.
Read rest of poem 23 more words
Thirty years ago I was born into the world.
A thousand, ten thousand miles I’ve roamed.
By rivers where the green grass lies thick,
Beyond the border where the red sands fly. 42 more words
5 months ago
When I see a fellow abusing others,
I think of a man with a basketful of water.
As fast as he can, he runs with it home, 51 more words
As long as I was living in the village
They said I was the finest man around.
But yesterday I went to the city
And even the dogs eyed me askance. 35 more words
Story on story of wonderful hills and streams,
Their blue-green haze locked in clouds!
Mists brush my thin cap with moisture,
Dew wets my coat of plaited straw. 37 more words