Dreams of The Tang Dynasty #14

#14 A Poem From Chongqing Official duties have taken me so far from home, Down in this southern land of mountains and heat. Only a few hours after sunrise, And already all my clothes are wet. I think about a woman who rules my heart, Alone in her bed, night after night. I write poems … Continue reading Dreams of The Tang Dynasty #14

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Dreams of The Tang Dynasty #7

#7 Everyone in the capitol is a poet, No one in the capitol is a poet. The poetry which flickered inside me, Is buried now in an unmarked grave. I thought I saw her face on the street, But I see her face in everything. The mist creeps in over the mountains, I wish I could … Continue reading Dreams of The Tang Dynasty #7

A Drunken Flower

The sound of beating oars wafts in among the flowers. This shy, gentle girl comes in search of me, bringing lotus leaves to sip from... Our skiff rocks among the lilies, little red waves in the wine. Her way, wine fragrance, pure as fine vintage. The flower's face flushed, the drunkard's pink; we two facing. … Continue reading A Drunken Flower