(After Wang Wei, 701761 A.D.)


To walk asleep. Wild cassia,
And the hill a brim and sluice of blossom,
A sea of petals loosening their light.

Such stillness, and such vacancy.
In all the tangled knot of hills
One silence, and the stillness only,
A deep quiet sealed with streams.

Silence. And nothingness. In all the sky
The small, hard, empty moon of spring,
And a bird shrilling at such light.


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