Mirror Pond on Mount Taibo in Shanxi
Sept 17, 2004 17:07:41 GMT 1
Post by Shi Da Dao on Sept 17, 2004 17:07:41 GMT 1
The water and my mind have both settled down
Into perfect stillness.
Sun and moon shine bright in it.
At night I see in the surface
The enormous face of my old familiar moon.
I don't think you've ever met the source of this reflection.
All shrillness fades into the sound of silence.
But now and then a puff of mist floats across the mirror.
It confuses me a little
But not enough to make me forget to forget my cares.
After the Rain, Climbing a Tall Building to View the Mountains
It was just clearing after the rain of the night before
Mossy traces were on the steps.
I didn't climb the building thinking about writing a poem.
This poet's fest doesn't need any wine warming.
Just open the window, the mountain range will come in.
Before the eye, the village, drenched in smoke,
Will materialize.
I write now and see it as I saw it then -
The mountains and the sea -
Viewing it in detail
Like a painted picture.
Into perfect stillness.
Sun and moon shine bright in it.
At night I see in the surface
The enormous face of my old familiar moon.
I don't think you've ever met the source of this reflection.
All shrillness fades into the sound of silence.
But now and then a puff of mist floats across the mirror.
It confuses me a little
But not enough to make me forget to forget my cares.
After the Rain, Climbing a Tall Building to View the Mountains
It was just clearing after the rain of the night before
Mossy traces were on the steps.
I didn't climb the building thinking about writing a poem.
This poet's fest doesn't need any wine warming.
Just open the window, the mountain range will come in.
Before the eye, the village, drenched in smoke,
Will materialize.
I write now and see it as I saw it then -
The mountains and the sea -
Viewing it in detail
Like a painted picture.