A Stern Man Visits Me, Laughing

Consider Seng-yu, so adept

You expect eyes at his fingertips.

What wasn't real under his brush

When, when he painted eyes, his dragons flew?

In that realm, which mortal eye never eyed,

He saw. But asked to paint Chih-Kung,

So many faces faced him in that countenance,

Layer under layer, he couldn't draw at all.

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