A willow stirs in the courtyard. The breath of cinnamon flushes the warm air. The rice is good, the wine thick and pungent. Boughs of apricot brush my east window, A white moth hinges my shutter. I am yoked with quiet; A yellow bird tempers my loneliness. No more do the streets of Foochow challenge my pleasure. My desire is simple, the fire of my youth is quenched, The satisfaction of my years leaps higher than the stars; Only with wisdom am I concerned, Wisdom and the pulse of your being, O Flower-One! Long have I stood on the cold granite slabs Watching the river, Above the jostle and clang of the city have I reflected. When I am lonely The Bridge of Ten Thousand Ages succors my anguish. Always the South-Wind fans me with mist from your lotus pool, The scent of white pear in your pavilion Smothers my nostrils. You are the Plum-Blossom of my life! I am rich with the petals of content, my bins are heaped. We have been chilled with the Dragon's poisonous vapor; The footprints of Grief have seared the stones of our court Yet, the warp of your faith has not weakened. The silk of its loom has not broken. The night comes. The wan moon sulks on a cloud Like a mound of white feathers perched on a hay cock. My spirit languishes for the hearth of my Fathers. Soon is the Feast of Lanterns. With the first shaft of day I shall arise To make offerings to the Wind-God. Then, shall I hasten to you, even as spent pigeons Fly to sweet waters of remembrance. My eyes require no taper. I drink from the gourd of your compassion And am refreshed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RHYTHM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE SHANNON AND THE CHESAPEAKE [JUNE 1, 1813] by THOMAS TRACY BOUVE ON THIS DAY I COMPLETE MY THIRTY-SIXTH YEAR by GEORGE GORDON BYRON AN EPITAPH UPON HUSBAND AND WIFE WHO DIED AND WERE BURIED by RICHARD CRASHAW THE BALLAD OF EAST AND WEST by RUDYARD KIPLING ODE IN MEMORY OF THE AMERICAN VOLUNTEERS FALLEN FOR FRANCE by ALAN SEEGER FROM A YOUNG WOMAN TO AN OLD OFFICER WHO COURTED HER by ELIZABETH FRANCES AMHERST |