EVAPOETRY IN BEIJING The pensioner thinks before he lifts the long brush from Kunming Lake, waits for a meter, paints recollected characters of a Li Po verse with water upon the pavement of the palace grounds. Under summer’s sun, the old man’s muscles stretch and roll with the calligraphs as once he moved the minds of students and quickly for the last image must be seen before the first transcends its elements. To write poetry on the walk of the summer palace is an exercise of body and soul.