poetry entry 1
"How nice is the spring breeze at the pavilion on the lake,
My thought of departure was tied by willow wands and ivy vines.
The yellow orioles stop here often and seem to know me well:
Before they depart from the pavilion they call four or fives times."
- "Farewell at the Pavilion on the Lake," Long Li
"Hidden dragons entice with their mysterious forms,
Flying geese echo their distant cries,
Resting in the sky, I am shamed by the clouds' floating,
And lodged by the river, humbled by its fathomless depths."
- "Climbing the Tower by the Pond," Xie Lingyun (385-433)
My thought of departure was tied by willow wands and ivy vines.
The yellow orioles stop here often and seem to know me well:
Before they depart from the pavilion they call four or fives times."
- "Farewell at the Pavilion on the Lake," Long Li
"Hidden dragons entice with their mysterious forms,
Flying geese echo their distant cries,
Resting in the sky, I am shamed by the clouds' floating,
And lodged by the river, humbled by its fathomless depths."
- "Climbing the Tower by the Pond," Xie Lingyun (385-433)