At my window
the rain raves, raves about dying,
and does not
hear in the bamboo
a zither, which, plucked,
inebriates the birds
and brings closer to the heart
Arthur Sze, “Wang Wei” from The Glass Constellation: New and Selected Poems. Copyright © 1976 by Arthur Sze. Reprinted with the permission of The Permissions Company, LLC on behalf of Copper Canyon Press.
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