Friday, March 20, 2009

Poetry Friday

My first poetry friday post:

The Cicada

Pure of heart and therefore hungry,
All night long you have sung in vain –
Oh, this final broken indrawn breath
Among the green indifferent trees!
Yes, I have gone like a piece of driftwood,
I have let my garden fill with weeds....
I bless you for your true advice
To live as pure a life as yours.

by Li Shangyin, in the 9th Century

(discovered this in today's research)


Val said...

Poetry is good for brain training. :)

Christina Farley said...

Lovely poem you found. Inspiring.

Kelly said...

Pretty poem!

Anita said...

I wonder how accurate is the translation...not only is there the whole language thing, but centuries to contend with.