The Statue of Feeling A tree stump planted in dreams has never seen a sparrow's perch It chirps like a solitary finger Snow wraps its wooly shawl around the courtyard warmed and dripping with mystery The roof ridge turns red in the fiery stove of the fading sun Tree shadows turn putrid, memory's dove-feathers flutter then settle into time a wine jug hollow and deep Fallen leaves rustle on vague palm-lines A lamp goes out solitude 1991
Courtyard.
Xiang, Huang
The Statue of Feeling A tree stump planted in dreams has never seen a sparrow's perch It chirps like a solitary finger Snow wraps its wooly shawl around the courtyard warmed and dripping with mystery The roof ridge turns red in the fiery stove of the fading sun Tree shadows turn putrid, memory's dove-feathers flutter then settle into time a wine jug hollow and deep Fallen leaves rustle on vague palm-lines A lamp goes out solitude 1991