Meng Haoran A NIGHT-MOORING ON THE JIANDE RIVER While my little boat moves on its mooring of mist, And daylight wanes, old memories begin…. How wide the world was, how close the trees to heaven, And how clear in the water the nearness of the moon! Meng Haoran A SPRING MORNING I awake light-hearted this morning of spring, Everywhere round me the singing of birds — But now I remember the night, the storm, And I wonder how many blossoms were broken. Li Bai IN THE QUIET NIGHT So bright a gleam on the foot of my bed — Could there have been aRead More →