Classic poem of the day
The gentian weaves her fringes,
The maple's loom is red.
My departing blossoms
Obviate parade.
A brief, but patient illness,
An hour to prepare;
And one, below this morning,
Is where the angels are.
It was a short procession,—
The bobolink was there,
An aged bee addressed us,
And then we knelt in prayer.
We trust that she was willing,—
We ask that we may be.
Summer, sister, seraph,
Let us go with the......
Member poem of the day
Farewell to a Lofty Monk
Liu Changqing (709-785)
A lofty cloud has met a common crane,
But how to live together in this land?
Don’t stay out here, though filled with fertile hills,
So many know this place, like grains of sand.
| Chinese 送上人 劉長卿 |