Turning seasons turning wildly
away, morning's majestic calm
unfolds. Out in spring clothes,
I cross eastern fields. A few
clouds linger, sweeping mountains
clean. Gossamer mist blurs open
skies. Feeling the south wind,
young grain ripples like wings.
--From the poem "Turning Seasons" by T'ao Ch'ien found in The Selected Poems of T'ao Ch'ien
away, morning's majestic calm
unfolds. Out in spring clothes,
I cross eastern fields. A few
clouds linger, sweeping mountains
clean. Gossamer mist blurs open
skies. Feeling the south wind,
young grain ripples like wings.
--From the poem "Turning Seasons" by T'ao Ch'ien found in The Selected Poems of T'ao Ch'ien
More green here...
3 comments:
beautiful poem!
i love T'ao Ch'ien. sigh.
craft night is Friday night, btw - from around 9 until whenever... I think Liz might come, too - it would be fun to meet you both! (sorry I can't find your e-mail address, heh)
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