Strike your own evening drum, morning bell,
then shut the door. Lamp burning low by a solitary pillow;
gray ashes where just now you stirred the stove to red.
Lie and listen to raindrops spattering the window.
translated by Burton Watson
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Oh WOW.
I agree.
This is so moving (reading again from another of my blogs).
Thank you. I find these Burton Watson translations of his poems to be just wonderful.
To my surprise, I do also–thank you for sharing them.