The guests have all left
their high pavilion
and in the little garden
a whirling storm of petals
they lie in random heaps
across the twisting path
and stretch into the distance
to catch the setting sun
it breaks my heart
to sweep them up
instead I stand and stare
till they mostly blow away
these fragrant-hearted beings
going the way of the spring
they die and earn their tribute–
the tears that spot my clothes.
translated by David Young
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Breathtaking.
It has the same effect on me.
I am pretty new to the Chinese classics, and am firmly hooked. One by one, volumes of these poets are arriving in my mailbox these almost-Spring days…
Those damn Asians have a way of doing that to you.
PS — I am very grateful to find your blog, via my friend Jeff Schwaner.
Ah Jeff. I love his work. If I were in The States, I’d find a way to share a bottle of wine and read things out loud with him.