Ch'ing P'ing Tiao
Clouds bring back to mind her dress, the flowers her face.
Winds of spring caress the rail where sparkling dew-drops cluster.
If you cannot see her by the jewelled mountain top,
Maybe on the moonlit Jasper Terrance you will meet her.
by Li Bai
| Best Poems | Short Poems
Email Poem |
More Poems by Li Bai
Comments, Analysis, and Meaning on Ch'ing P'ing Tiao
Provide your analysis, explanation, meaning, interpretation, and comments on the poem Ch'ing P'ing Tiao here.