Friday, October 30, 2009

Friday Night Poetry: Wang Wei

Chinese poet, Wang Wei, lived a long time ago. His poetry apparently had a Taoist bent.

Bamboo Grove

Sitting alone in the dark bamboo,
I play a lute, hum loudly to the world.
No one hears I am so deep in the forest.
A bright moon shines, my face shines back.

—Wang Wei



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