Memories from China

The post on Monday, "To a Local Goddess," brought to mind some other pictures and poems I wrote during that period. This one refers to a mountain, Chungshan (translated Middle Mountain) out in the countryside that we saw before reaching Canton (Gwangdong).

Chungshan

I first saw Middle Mountain

   when the sun was high and the moon was dim.

I walked toward it through the day

   over soft plowed ground.

When I came to the foot of the mountain at twilight

   and began my ascent,

   the moon was round and dusty white.

I reached the top where I could see all around.

   The rice fields were resting

   The crickets were singing.

And the moon was full and bright.

           Charles Kinnaird                                1/82

More pictures to follow this week.




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