Mountains shine through forest breaks, bamboo hides the wall;
withered grass by small ponds, jumbled cicada cries.
White birds again and again cut across the sky;
faint scent of lotus pink on the water.
Beyond the village,
by old town walls,
with goosefoot cane I stroll where late sunlight turns.
Thanks to rain that fell at the third watch last night
I get another cool day in this floating life.
translated by Burton Watson
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What is interesting to me in this poem are the cultural elements, type of cane, that type of thing.
Yes, it’s details like that that place is specifically in time and place.
Wow, this is lovely. I can see and smell the lotus pink on the water….
Glad you liked it.