flocks of blossoms gone, yet West Lake’s good.
shattered scattered residue of red
as willow down comes misting down
the willow hangs across the wind the whole day through
the pipe song wanders off, the traveler goes
and spring spring’s emptied to my heart
I let the thin gauze curtain fall
fine rain, a mated pair of swallows, coming home
translated by Jerome P. Seaton
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You are most welcome.
beautiful last line
Yes, it is a beautiful image, isn’t it? So glad you liked it.
Ah. Wonderful…
Glad you liked it.