15/11/2005

At Home in the Summer Mountains

I've come to the house of the Immortals:

In every corner, wildflowers bloom.

In the front garden, trees

Offer their branches for drying clothes;

Where I eat, a wine glass can float

In the springwater's chill.

From the portico, a hidden path

Leads to the bamboo's darkened groves.

Cool in a summer dress, I choose

From among heaped piles of books.

Reciting poems in the moonlight, riding a painted boat . . .

Every place the wind carries me is home.

 

- Yu Xuanji

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Posted by: Jackal | 08/12/2005

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Posted by: 90767 | 12/11/2008

SO COOL

Posted by: العاب ميديا | 05/09/2009

Whenever I read a blog I see this poems or something, well I don't know whether this is a poem but it sounds really good,. I'm a romantic guy what can I say.

Posted by: Viagra Online Without prescription | 30/07/2010

Beautiful poem, it reminded me of David Shenk's "The Immortal Game". I always appreciated Asian poets for the clarity of their style and the depth of the emotions they convey. My Favorite Japanese Poet is Santoka Taneda, he was a Soto Zen Buddhist priest, he wrote haikus and lived from 1882 to 1940.

Posted by: Office Chairs | 07/04/2011

"Every place the wind carries me is home." this is a gorgeous metaphor, it's quite similar with what Russell Targ wrote in "Do you see what I see? Memoirs of a blind biker" one of my favourite books ever written: "Conditioned Awareness is where we live our lives in guilt over the past and anxiety over the future and never get to experience the present."

Posted by: home insurance | 15/04/2011

You have a very nice poem here. Maybe you should try to participate in poetry contests and who knows... you could some of your poems published in a real book.

Posted by: cash for books | 20/04/2011

Very inspiring poem. You are writing here about the freedom that creativity and imagination can provide us with, right? At least that is what I feel like when I read your poem here.

Posted by: sell textbooks | 21/04/2011

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