The evening river is level and motionless–
The spring colours just open to their full.
Suddenly a wave carries the moon away
And the tidal water comes with its freight of stars.
translated by Arthur Waley
The evening river is level and motionless–
The spring colours just open to their full.
Suddenly a wave carries the moon away
And the tidal water comes with its freight of stars.
translated by Arthur Waley
poetry by Robert Ford
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Quite beautiful.
Glad you like it.
I am there at the evening river mouth, and see that wave rolling in – beautiful
I am glad you appreciate these poems.
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