Poems of Meng Jiao
Inviting men to admire Rose Blossom
Southern colors should be comparable to
Chu's flourishing but never will be.
Brilliant crimsons are unreliable here,
Their wild beauty like isolated relief.
A beautiful, cherished blossom, not yet swept away,
Whose winding branches are twisted with age.
Who will praise this noble flower, who
Breathes with strength our ancient poetry?
This poem is in praise of the "flower girl" from the last poem who, at seventy, is master of both singing and of her chosen instrument. This poem has to sit with you for a while before you realize all that it is accomplishing.