Green-Water Stream

To reach the Yellow-Flowered River
Go by the Green-Water Stream.
A thousand twists and turns of mountain
But the way there can’t be many miles.
The sound of water falling over rocks
And deep colour among pines.
Gently green floating water-plants.
Bright the mirrored reeds and rushes.
I am a lover of true quietness.
Watching the flow of clear water
I dream of sitting on the uncarved rock
casting a line on the endless stream.

poem by Wang Wei
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Meditation

Thin cloud. Light rain.
Far cell. Closed to noon.
Sit. Look. Green moss
Becomes one with your clothes.

poem by Wang Wei
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Deer Park

A mountain apart, and not a man in sight,
Only an echo of the talk of men:
Returning light makes way through the deep woods
And shines upon the green moss to rise again.

poem by Wang Wei, translated by A.Z. Foreman
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A Song at Weicheng

A morning-rain has settled the dust in Weicheng;
Willows are green again in the tavern dooryard...
Wait till we empty one more cup –
West of Yang Gate there'll be no old friends.

poem by Wang Wei, translated by Witter Bynner
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Visiting the Temple of Accumulated Fragrance

I didn’t know where the temple was,
pushing mile on mile among cloudy peaks;

old trees, peopleless paths,
deep mountains, somewhere a bell.

Brook voices choke over craggy boulders,
sun rays turn cold in the green pines.

At dusk by the bend of a deserted pond,
a monk in meditation, taming poison dragons.

poem by Wang Wei, translated by Burton Watson
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