Author Arthur Waley My existence in the world has been (As transitory as) the reflection of the moon Which lodges in water Gathered in the palm of the hand, (About which one doubts) whether it is there or not! 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