Meng Haoran


A Message From Lake Dongtin To Premier Zhang - Poem by Meng Haoran

Here in the Eighth-month the waters of the lake
Are of a single air with heaven,
And a mist from the Yun and Meng valleys
Has beleaguered the city of Youzhou.
I should like to cross, but I can find no boat.
...How ashamed I am to be idler than you statesmen,
As I sit here and watch a fisherman casting
And emptily envy him his catch.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 13, 2012



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