(Chengdu, Sichuan, China)
Limb by branching limb
That cross and cross again
A tracery in green content
A peace in Chinese firmament.
Covered walkways echo, yet
Are quiet, nought of epithet
Or rhythm tone or clever rhyme
Allusion gone, are past their time.
Wu Fu is still remembered here
A land whose poets they revere;
Still read, enjoy and wonder in
The tersest verse from Tang to Qin.