Steady and full, all surging swells and white gulls in flight,
it flows springtime deep, a green so pure, it should dye robes.
Going south and coming back north, I've grown older, older.
Late night lingers, farewell to a fishing boat bound for home.
--Tu Mu
(803-853)
translated by David Hinton
it flows springtime deep, a green so pure, it should dye robes.
Going south and coming back north, I've grown older, older.
Late night lingers, farewell to a fishing boat bound for home.
--Tu Mu
(803-853)
translated by David Hinton
You are my breathing in, I own few blogs and occasionally run out from post :).
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