Poems of Meng Jiao
Visiting Rock Dragon Rapids
(Four walls, two thousand meters, stream scattered like rain)
Rock dragon, its form obscured.
Rock rain, like scattered stars.
Below the mountain, clear and bright.
On the mountain, chill in the shade.
River flies into the treetops.
Pearls come to rest on moss walls.
Apart from the cattle, all is otherworldly.
Come dawn and shadows linger on.
Stream's fragrance, the green of spring.
Moon in pines, a cold living white.
Dangerous power in this solitary strength.
Even beasts of prey don't linger.
Night approaches and I turn back.
Overflowing heart, sad not to find peace.
The last poem of Meng Jiao was extraordinary for being like an historical cinematic moment. This one is extraordinary for being, except for the final two lines, pure description. Both are unusual for having a single face. Neither appears to have any hidden meaning or subtext. The previous poem was the history of the south amid the nature of the south. And this one is pure nature, possibly set in Henan, which would be the south. Meng Jiao is, in each poem, putting into practice his Five Gurglings agenda.