A Night-Mooring Near Maple Bridge Poem by Zhang Jie

A Night-Mooring Near Maple Bridge



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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