Sky always has its mighty expression
Clouds are the endlessly changeful flowers
Rains are the prayer beads of the angel
Rainbow is the heavenly cocktail
Hailstones are the condensed tears of the heaven's person
I have many short poems
Celestial phenomena is hidden in my heart
Different skies give me shadow and light
Sky is still a vast sky, even once
It walks away from clouds, rains, rainbows and hails
But if I leave away from poems
I'll be the walking-dead without soul
I have many short poems Celestial phenomena is hidden in my heart Different skies give me shadow and light Sky is still a vast sky, even once It walks away from clouds, rains, rainbows and hails But if I leave away from poems I'll be the walking-dead without soul - - - - - - -Just love this poem- - - - - - - The sky and poetry are so connected- - - - -To a poet poetry is like the sky- -
You drop a stunning line into the second stanza without calling attention to it. But it grabbed me immediately: CELESTIAL PHENOMENA IS HIDDEN IN MY HEART. That's a statement about the source of your inspiration. The sentence speaks for itself and I don't want to say anything that might disturb its poise. The next time you have tea with Wang Wei, read this to him. He'll know how to respond! But I really like the boldness of it. The first stanza is a brilliant array of figurative language that highlights double metaphors. The whole stanza is figurative, and the thrust seems to be things in nature and art are continually changing forms and interpenetrating each other's existence, What you see as flowers today will be clouds tomorrow.It's a poetic fantasy which imparts Unity to the Ten Thousand Things Under Heaven.
Very imaginative - the tea time with Wang Wei if time could be reversed to the Tang period, the great classic poetry era. I feel honored for the special arrangement... I like your words Flowers today will be clouds tomorrow. If we see everything behind us is the floating cloud, we might become freer in our soul. Thank you for sharing your comment as usual.
Beautiful poem, the stars and the infinity of the heavens are an endless source of inspiration for us poets.
I imagined a tea time again you arranged for me with Wang Wei, the Poet of Zen in Tang dynasty. Feel honored. Hope he would read our poems today. I like your words Flower today will be clouds tomorrow. Actually, everything is a floating cloud behind us. The hermit poet like Wang Wei could have seen more, perhaps... Thanks for your vivid and detailed comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
But if I leave away from poems I ll be the walking dead without soul.amazing poem.