Xue Tao


Sending Old Poems To Yuan Zhen - Poem by Xue Tao

Everyone writes poems in their own manner
but only I know delicacy of wind and light,
and when writing of flowers in moonlight, lean towards the
dark.
Of a willow in rainy dawn I write how twigs hang down.
They say green jade should stay hidden deep,
but I write candidly on red-lined paper.
I'm old now but can't stop writing
so I open myself to you as if I were a good man.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 16, 2012



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