Author Burton Watson Autumn moonlight on bed curtains, your night tears melting in darkness; peonies in the garden — springtime ache of prolonged sorrow — in this world, no medicine to cure these ills, only the four chapters of the Lankavatara Sutra. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments