Spring Walk to the Pavilion of Good Crops and Peace by Ou Yang Hsiu

The trees are brilliant with flowers
And the hills are green.
The sun is about to set.
Over the immense plain
A green carpet of grass
Stetches to infinity.
The passersby do not care
That Spring is about to end.
Carelessly they come and go
Before the pavilion,
Trampling the fallen flowers.

translated by Kenneth Rexroth

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