A spring’s eye of shadow resists even the slightest flow.
Among tree shadow, its lit water adorns warm clear skies.
Spiral of blades, a tiny waterlily’s clenched against dew,
and there at the very tip, in early light, sits a dragonfly.
translated by David Hinton
I have just ordered David Hinton’s book 🙂
Hinton is extraordinary. His book “Hunger Mountain” is revelatory.
Another one to look up… I may have to destroy my credit card…
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