Monday, July 16, 2007


Night In Jiangning

A glass of tea; the moon;
The frogs croak in the weeds.
A bat wriggles down across
Gold disk to silver reeds.
The distant light of lamps.
The whirr of winnowing grain.
The peace of loneliness.
The scent of imminent rain.

Vikram Seth. All You Who Sleep Tonight.

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