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A Message from my Lodge at Wangchuan to Pei Di

The mountains are cold and blue now
And the autumn waters have run all day.
By my thatch door, leaning on my staff,
I listen to cicadas in the evening wind.
Sunset lingers at the ferry,
Supper-smoke floats up from the houses.
…Oh, when shall I pledge the great Hermit again
And sing a wild poem at Five Willows?

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  • ficklefeather
    February 8, 2005
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    Oh, good lord. That really did it for me. And the scenery in the vast land of China is really quite something, too. It's like a massage, the poet's hands working through my neck, my shoulders, down my back... I feel quite refreshed.

  • Lotus Of Lakshmi
    February 7, 2005
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    Nice poem! I like the colourful images in this.

    Charishma

  • CarterTachikawa
    February 7, 2005
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    I'm surprised there's only one comment on this too. It's a masterpiece in just a few words and lines. It paints the scene and pulls the reader into it. Lovely. Too bad you can't applaud already famous poets .

    ~CT


  • AndrewHide
    February 3, 2005
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    I'm suprised this piece hasn't been commented on before, is this not the song of every poet

    The 'as it is' scene painted in the opening lines create a wonderful and relaxed atmospheric landscape (perhapse too relaxed for the poet) but the closing lines give this a whole new feel.

    I love this piece....time to go to Five willows.

    Andrew