Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE LOST ONE, by MENG HAO-JAN Poet's Biography First Line: The red gleam o'er the mountains Last Line: The lost one to my breast. Alternate Author Name(s): Meng Hao-ran Subject(s): Nature | ||||||||
The red gleam o'er the mountains Goes wavering from sight, And the quiet moon enhances The loveliness of night. I open wide my casement To breathe the rain-cooled air. And mingle with the moonlight The dark waves of my hair. The night wind tells me secrets Of lotus lilies blue; And hour by hour the willows Shake down the chiming dew. I fain would take the zither, By some stray fancy led; But there are none to hear me, And who can charm the dead? So all my day-dreams follow The bird that leaves the nest; And in the night I gather The lost one to my breast. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INTERRUPTED MEDITATION by ROBERT HASS TWO VIEWS OF BUSON by ROBERT HASS THE FATALIST: HOME by LYN HEJINIAN WRITING IS AN AID TO MEMORY: 17 by LYN HEJINIAN LET US GATHER IN A FLOURISHING WAY by JUAN FELIPE HERRERA IN MICHAEL ROBINS?ÇÖS CLASS MINUS ONE by HICOK. BOB BREADTH. CIRCLE. DESERT. MONARCH. MONTH. WISDOM by JOHN HOLLANDER VARIATIONS: 16 by CONRAD AIKEN UNHOLY SONNET 13 by MARK JARMAN |
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