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.
