Long after rainfall, Sorceress Hills grow dark.
But now they brighten, stitched with gold and silver.
Green grass edges the darkening lake
and clouds stream red from the east.
All day long, the orioles call,
and cranes brush these tall white clouds.
Once dry, these wild flowers bend, and there
where the wind is sweeping, fall.
--Tu Fu
translated by Sam Hamil
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