If I could make a stallion
of the crimson cloud that sails
darkened in the night,
I would fly nine thousand leagues
to be held in your arms
while you lie asleep.
But this I cannot do.
When you hear the rain fall,
take it for my tears
that I shed every night.
translated by Jaihiun Kim & Ronald B. Hatch
Nice
It is a nice image. Glad you liked it.
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Didn’t know his work. Thanks for posting!
I’m glad I was able to introduce you to him.