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...
beautiful poem!
ReplyDeletei love T'ao Ch'ien. sigh.
ReplyDeletecraft 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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