Ho Xuan Huong

(1772 - 1822 / Nghệ An Province)

Spring-Watching Pavilion - Poem by Ho Xuan Huong

A gentle spring evening arrives
airily, unclouded by worldly dust.

Three times the bell tolls echoes like a wave.
We see heaven upside-down in sad puddles.

Love's vast sea cannot be emptied.
And springs of grace flow easily everywhere.

Where is nirvana?
Nirvana is here, nine times out of ten.

Comments about Spring-Watching Pavilion by Ho Xuan Huong

  • Edward Kofi Louis (6/28/2017 12:55:00 PM)

    The bell tolls! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

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  • Bernard F. Asuncion (6/28/2017 1:32:00 AM)

    Such an interesting and impressive poem composed and posted.... (Report) Reply

  • Lantz Pierre (6/28/2017 1:06:00 AM)

    Stop. Breathe. Unburden the mind. Find the salt that seasons life and gives it the enhanced savor we daily crave. A gorgeous summation of moment captured and caressed, imbued with qualities that give nobility to life. Even the sad puddle is ennobled. Tranquility pervades and thus allows movement which penetrates nature but also allows us to penetrate our own true nature which casts a light and transforms the ordinary into the richly appreciated extraordinary.

    Nine times out of ten. I want to hear too the poem of that outlier tenth time. I'll bet it's ferocious.
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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 16, 2010

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