October 20th, 2018
Hsieh Ling-yun (385-433)
Overnight at Stone-Gate Cliffs
I spent the morning digging out orchids,
Afraid frost would leave them dead,
Passed the night among fringes of cloud,
Savoring a moon up beyond all this rock,
Chortles telling me birds have settled in,
Falling leaves giving away fresh winds.
Sounds weave together in the ear,
Strange unearthly echoes all crystalline distance,
Though there’s no one to share wonders
Or the joys in wine’s fragrant clarities.
We’ll never meet again now. I sit beside
A stream, sun drying my hair for nothing.