enter literary
enter visualA Chinese Nightingale
Mark Harry set music for this poem, here is the video for poetry and music: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1z7eNqzfKfQ
A Chinese Nightingale
From this window,
it is a patch of sky, up high, a cloud floating.
Beneath its shadow, poplar trees
stand tall in rows; leaves already fallen,
thin branches frame tiny lattices.
Inside: cold like an abandoned well,
deep, moldy. Winds blow in
and dangle empty webs.
By the window,
the bird sings his only song,
his voice drained as rustling leaves.
I approach, palms baited with
golden grains.
Come, take some.
I coo.
He turns.
I catch my own shadow,
too heavy to lift.
from my book "Wings Toward Sunlight"
