A fragment moon hangs from the bare tung tree
The water clock runs out, all is still
Who sees the dim figure come and go alone
Misty, indistinct, the shadow of a lone wild goose?
Startled, she gets up, looks back
With longing no one sees
And will not settle on any of the cold branches
Along the chill and lonely beach
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Comments1WOW! SU TUNG-PO REALLY KNOWS HOW TO PAINT A PICTURE WITH WORDS! THAT LINE "THE SHADOW OF A LONE WILD GOOSE", CHILLS... REAL POETIC STUFF! SPELLING MISTAKES AND ALL, HE'S GOT ME HOOKED.