Poet Looks At The Moon

<SPAN name="startofbook"></SPAN> <h5><SPAN name="Poet_Looks_at_the_Moon"></SPAN>A POET LOOKS AT THE MOON</h5> I hear a woman singing in my garden,<br/> But I look at the moon in spite of her.<br/> <br/> I have no thought of trying to find the singer<br/> Singing in my garden;<br/> I am looking at the moon.<br/> <br/> And I think the moon is honouring me<br/> With a long silver look.<br/> <br/> I blink<br/> As bats fly black across the ray;<br/> But when I raise my head the silver look<br/> Is still upon me.<br/> <br/> The moon delights to make eyes of poets her mirror,<br/> And poets are many as dragon scales<br/> On the moonlit sea.<br/> <br/> <cite>From the Chinese of Chang Jo Hsu.</cite><br/> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />