I decide that not my mother-in-law   Liu Changqing FAREWELL TO A BUDDHIST MONK Can drifting clouds and white storks Be tenants in this world of ours? — Or you still live on Wuzhou Mountain, Now that people are coming here? Wei Yingwu AN AUTUMN NIGHT MESSAGE TO QIU As I walk in the cool of the autumn night, Thinking of you, singing my poem, I hear a mountain pine-cone fall…. You also seem to be awake. Li Duan ON HEARING HER PLAY THE HARP Her hands of white jade by a window of snow Are glimmering on a golden-fretted harp — And to drawRead More →