The clear stream girdles the long copse,
Carriage horses amble with ease, with ease.
Flowing water seems to be purposeful.
Evening birds in pairs return.
Barren city walls overlook the cold ford,
Fading sunlight fills the autumn mountains.
Far and distant–below Sung’s height;
I’ve come home, and close the gate.
translated by Paul Kroll
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Beautiful poem… It makes me think of time slowly flowing.
Best wishes, dear Leonard. Aquileana 🐬🐳🐋
Thank you, Aquileana. It is a beautiful poem.