from Song of My Heart’s Ideals by Juan Chi

But pacing there I find my heart turns to friends and loved ones,
and all’s a sudden dark again.
So I send these poems by the eastward-singing birds. . .
Purging my heart of all the words
that could give form to sadness.

translated by J.P. Seaton

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