The Day of No Fire by unknown Chinese poet

zdunno03's avatarLeonard Durso

As the holiday approaches, and grasses are bright after rain,
And the causeway gleams with willows, and wheatfields wave in the wind,
We are thinking of our kinfolk, far away from us.
O cuckoo, why do you follow us, why do you call us home?

translated by Witter Bynner & Kiang Kang-hu

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