Poems of Meng Jiao
After Spring Rain
Last night a sudden downpour.
Heaven's will: Make everything new.
And what was the very first to respond?
New grass sprouting in the empty courtyard.
In some of these later short poems, Meng Jiao is leaving behind literary tradition and self-involvement. What remains is pure poetry such as found in Zen poetry in Japan. A kind of twenty-syllable haiku. I wonder if there are instances of this from prior to the very early 800s.