Moon tonight, and everyone’s moon-gazing,
but I’m alone, and in love with this tower.
Threads of cloud are shattered in the stream:
trailing willow is the picture of late fall.
As it brightens, you can see a thousand peaks.
Far off, the veins of ridges flow.
Mountain passes. . .
will I ever climb again?
I stand alone,
and let the border sadness rise.
translated by J.P. Seaton
13 thoughts on “Off for the rest of the week to Istanbul and traveling without a computer, just my phone, which I refuse to use for anythng other than phonecalls & some text messaging. So I will not be back until next week. Thus, I leave this poem as my last post until then. Enjoy your days if the weather wherever you are is as lovely as here, and if not, hope you make the best of it. The poem: Gazing at the Moon from South Tower by Chiao Jan”
Have great week away.
Have a wonderful time and we await your news on your return 💜💜💜
Thank you, Peggy.
Enjoy your time away, Leonard.
Thank you, Leslie.
Have a wonderful time. Beautiful poem.
Thank you. Glad you like it.
Thank you – a lovely poem to be left with
Glad you like it.