Zhang Jie


A Night-Mooring Near Maple Bridge - Poem by Zhang Jie

While I watch the moon go down, a crow caws through the frost;
Under the shadows of maple-trees a fisherman moves with his torch;
And I hear, from beyond Suzhou, from the temple on Cold Mountain,
Ringing for me, here in my boat, the midnight bell.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 11, 2012



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