The stones are worn by million feet,
Where past and modern futures meet.
The temple roof curves to the sky,
As airplanes loudly hurry by.
We hold the old, we seek the new,
A complicated, changing view.
But still the silent rivers run,
Beneath the same eternal sun.
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...