Kong Yin Poems

Stars glimmering in a stream,
moon flickering on a far mountain,
bamboo leaves rustling,
dogs barking,
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In the wilderness,
clouds scattering and dispersing.
No one beside me
but a little flower.
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I wanted to be a poet
when I was young
so my father handed me a blue hat,
telling me to go find a house just for myself.
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Where did the crows go?
Usually at least ten of them
perch on the withered branches,
and yet now none.
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In this ancient village
stood a windmill
and a merry wood
where children amused themselves.
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Solitude, you're in a trance again,
sitting under the lamp, furrowing your brow,
like a young lady, graceful and enigmatic.
Who are you waiting for?
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Amid my disconsolation
a spirit strides silently over,
a half smile of mercy on his lips,
a glare of lust in his eyes.
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Chandelier lit,
house heated,
toasting my guests.
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Dinner served
table long set
all your favorites -
fried cabbage, potato strings, mapo tofu, sweet and sour fish
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Morning, I went to visit the robin in my garage
With an air of dignity
she sits on her eggs
her bashful eyes peering at me.
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