Golden-Tomb City by Wang An-Shih

Old lichen and moss: what more remains of Golden-Tomb,
where people came and went, wandering north and south?

Spring wind past stone walls remembers best: home after
home, apricot and peach in broken courtyards blossoming.

translated by David Hinton

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