Bamboo Midst Cottage
Sitting alone in silent bamboo dark,
I play a ch'in, settle into breath chants.
In these forest depths no one knows
this moon come bathing me in light.
By Wang Wei, translated by David Hinton.
Bamboo Mountain's Eastern Pond
In a small pond east of Bamboo Mountain Terrace, fresh
water lilies and duckweed, a confusion of early green.
I'm a wanderer here, and taking a lamp out past midnight,
I find a pair of egrets startled away, snow-white in flight.
By Po Chu-I, translated by David Hinton.
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