Spring-Gazing Song by Hsüeh T’ao

Blossoms crowd the branches: too beautiful to endure.
Thinking of you, I break into bloom again.
One morning soon, my tears will mist the mirror.
I see the future, and I will not see.

translated by Carolyn Kizer

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