poem
The Moon on a Spring Night
For a lonesome hermit like me,
With an innate love of Spring views
How to cope with this night of blossom with the moon at its brightest!
This evening I found myself speechless and sleepless
And wound up the stairway in step with the fragrant vines.
translation of "Spring Night"
Original poem by the Chinese poet Xu Xuan (916–991 AD)












