Don’t cut it to make a flute.
Don’t trim it for a fishing
Pole. When the grass and flowers
Are all gone, it will be beautiful
Under the falling snow flakes.
translated by Kenneth Rexroth
Don’t cut it to make a flute.
Don’t trim it for a fishing
Pole. When the grass and flowers
Are all gone, it will be beautiful
Under the falling snow flakes.
translated by Kenneth Rexroth
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I just might cut it to make a flute.
Leslie
And I’m sure it will have a lovely sound.
Beautiful. And it takes my mind right to picturing the missing image — bamboo covered in new fallen snow. Thanks for posting!
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