An iris pond in flower
before the ancient hall,
I sell tea this evening
by the water’s edge;
it is steeped in the cup
with the moon and stars
one sip, you wake forever
from your worldly sleep.
–Baisao
This entry was posted Wednesday, July 14th, 2010 at 4:40 pm and is filed under Poetry.
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An iris pond in flower
