rocks here and there.
Translated by Robert Hass
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above the plum blossoms.Translated by Robert Hass
Blown from the west,
in the east.Translated by Robert Hass
Listening to the moon,
in a field of ripe rice.Translated by Robert Hass
The old man
bent like a sickle.Translated by Robert Hass
You left in the morning, at evening my heart is in a
Why is it so far away?Thinking of you, I go up on the hill and wander.Around the hill, why is it such a sadness?Dandelions yellow and shepherds-purse blooming white —not anyone to look at them.I hear a pheasant, calling and calling fervently.Once a friend was there across the river, living.Ghostly smoke rises and fades away…
White blossoms of the pear
reading a letter.Translated by Robert Hass