It swings above the wooden door,
And casts a shadow on the floor.
The paper glows a vibrant red,
When all the sky is dark and dead.
A guiding light, a warm embrace,
In this crowded, busy place.
It calls the weary travelers in,
Where all the evening joys begin.
Wei is a master of blending the ancient with the contemporary. He weaves traditional philosophies and classical structures into modern free verse, creating a beautiful bridge between the history of his ancestors and the rapid...