one cannot measure
the depth of feeling
in even one inch
of our hearts
what’s in the heart
cryptic messages
in my heart
a storm
cryptic messages
cannot convey
leaving me
misunderstood
at your door
from An Exile’s Letter by Li Po (Li Bai)
What is the use of talking, and there is no end of talking,
There is no end of things in the heart.
I call in the boy,
Have him sit on his knees here
To seal this,
And send it a thousand miles, thinking.
translated by Ezra Pound