• Zhang Jiuling
  THOUGHTS I

A lonely swan from the sea flies,

To alight on puddles it does not deign.

Nesting in the poplar of pearls

It spies and questions green birds twain:

"Don't you fear the threat of slings,

Perched on top of branches so high?

Nice clothes invite pointing fingers,

High climbers god's good will defy.

Bird-hunters will crave me in vain,

For I roam the limitless sky."