Poems of Xue Tao
Ten Poems of Leaving: Pearl Leaves Palm
Bright white, round, and shining through and through,
my gleams are pure like the sun on a crystal palace.
Now, only because a little blemish looks like dirt,
you won't hold me all night long in your hand.
These ten leaving poems are disappointing to me in that they reveal nothing more about Xue Tao. They are simply artifacts of her life's efforts. She hasn't given up much about herself and her life. With only a few poems left, I'm afraid of not knowing her better than I do now.