Wen Tingyun, Tang Dynasty A reel like the moon, its line a thread, In misty air, it seems unsaid. If wild gee…
Wen Tingyun, Tang Dynasty
A reel like the moon, its line a thread,
In misty air, it seems unsaid.
If wild geese bring word from afar,
Send it to this fisherman where you are.
Night rains patter, soft and light,
Autumn winds stir leaves in flight.
I fish with hope beneath the sky,
My words lie where the glimmering fish lie.