from Songs of My Heart’s Ideals: 3 by Juan Chi

Gently, the breeze at my silken sleeves;
the moon: bright as ice. . .
The rooster, in the treetops, crows.
I’ll saddle my horse: it’s time to go home.

translated by J.P. Seaton

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