Saturday, November 3, 2007

Waxing Poetic

Lodge in the Bamboo

I sit alone in the bamboo that hides me,
plucking the harp and whistling long.
It is deep in the woods and no one knows -
The bright moon comes to shine on me.

~Wang Wei (701-61AD)

1 comment:

Altinay said...

What a lovely poem!..