I follow the moon into the mountains,
I search for clouds to accompany me home.
A spring morning, dew on the flowers:
and the fragrance clings to my gown.
translated by Jan W. Walls
I follow the moon into the mountains,
I search for clouds to accompany me home.
A spring morning, dew on the flowers:
and the fragrance clings to my gown.
translated by Jan W. Walls
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Thanks for sharing this one. I love the first two lines. It really paints a picture of longing, of wanting, of searching, of needing.
Yes, it’s a lovely poem of longing. Glad you liked it.