To live as pure a life as yours   Li Shangyin A CICADA Pure of heart and therefore hungry, All night long you have sung in vain — Oh, this final broken indrawn breath Among the green indifferent trees! Yes, I have gone like a piece of driftwood, I have let my garden fill with weeds…. I bless you for your true advice To live as pure a life as yours. Li Shangyin WIND AND RAIN I ponder on the poem of The Precious Dagger. My road has wound through many years. …Now yellow leaves are shaken with a gale; Yet piping and fiddling keepRead More →