Poems of Xue Tao
Ten Poems of Leaving: Hawk Leaves Glove
Talons sharp as a spear's point, eyes like bright bells,
Seizing rabbits on the plain won me your high praise.
Beyond all limits, I've sped away, far beyond the clouds.
I cannot rise from my lord's fist again.
This poem was worth translating just for the metaphor of "eyes like bright bells."