Refusing worldly worries,
I stroll among village strollers.
Pine winds sing, the evening village
smells of grass, autumn in the air.
A lone bird roams down the sky.
Clouds roll across the river.
You want to know my name?
A hill. A tree. An empty drifting boat.
translated by Sam Hamill
7 thoughts on “Lu-lung Village, Autumn by Hsu Hsuan”
Truly appreciate all your effort. 👍👍
You have wonderful name.i appreciate those lines of your poem.
Yes, it is a fine poem by the Chinese poet Hsu Hsuan.
I love this poem.
Aa appropriate find for today. Thanks, Leonard.
Glad you like it, John.