Together, We All Go Out Under the Cypress Trees in the Chou Family Burial-Grounds
Today's skies are perfect for a clear
flute and singing koto. And touched
this deeply by those laid under these
cypress trees, how could we neglect joy?
Clear songs drift away anew. Emerald wine
starts pious faces smiling. Not knowing
what tomorrow brings, it's exquisite
exhausting whatever I feel here and now.
flute and singing koto. And touched
this deeply by those laid under these
cypress trees, how could we neglect joy?
Clear songs drift away anew. Emerald wine
starts pious faces smiling. Not knowing
what tomorrow brings, it's exquisite
exhausting whatever I feel here and now.
--From The Selected Poems of T'ao Ch'ien, translated by David Hinton
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