Of shoes -- and ships -- and sealing wax --
Of cabbages -- and kings --
And why the sea is boiling hot --
And whether pigs have wings.
Wednesday, April 07, 2010
Looking Back
The soaring eagle nests among ruins The moon returns to the barren branch And the road winds back to the broken gate Of the house where you lived so long ago.
7 comments:
Just loving the Chinese poems you've been posting.
sigh. that was lovely.
And.. er.. who exactly is Hu Ming-Xiang?
Not Chinese, Falstaffian.
:) I thought so.
The poems are very nice.
Ah, "Falstaffian". Now I get it.
Interesting!
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