Music
Han-Shan sits on a flat stone
In his garden and plays the flute,
Mimicking the birds singing among
The gourd vines or from the top
Of the blue pine tree.
Or he constructs a new trellis
For the rambling rose over his front
Read Poem In his garden and plays the flute,
Mimicking the birds singing among
The gourd vines or from the top
Of the blue pine tree.
Or he constructs a new trellis
For the rambling rose over his front
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Scrapbook
Green and brown current of river:
Reverberant iron bridge: crossing over,
Woman and child fixed at the center,
Holding hands and both weeping:
Because her child is weeping: because
His mother weeps: because the river, far
Underfoot, glitters through cracks
In the wooden flooring that widen
Read Poem Reverberant iron bridge: crossing over,
Woman and child fixed at the center,
Holding hands and both weeping:
Because her child is weeping: because
His mother weeps: because the river, far
Underfoot, glitters through cracks
In the wooden flooring that widen
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