Our two worlds share this autumn night
we see the same River of Stars
a leaf drops from a towering paulownia
thoughts of going home fill my empty rooms
I worry about the hardships of the people
then too I have my own minor ills
I won’t be leaving anytime soon
but my hairline has already slipped away
translated by Red Pine
I’ve been doing too much painting lately, but these wonderful poems will hopefully drag me back…
Glad you are enjoying them but don’t neglect your painting.