Written On A Wall In Spring
It rained last night, But fair weather has come back This morning. The green clusters of the palm-trees Open and begin to throw shadows. But sorrow drifts slowly down about me. I come and go in my room, Heart-heavy with memories. The neighbour green casts shadows of green On my blind; The moss, soaked in dew, Takes the least print Like delicate velvet. I see again a gauze tunic of oranged rose With shadowy underclothes of grenade red. How things still live again. I go and sit by the day balustrade And do nothing Except count the plains And the mountains And the valleys And the rivers That separate from my Spring. From the Chinese (early nineteenth century).
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