I lean on my rustic gate
Above the swift river
In the evening and hear
The distant sound of women
Beating clothes. The little bridge
Arches over the fishes
And turtles. Once in a great while
Someone crosses. A reflection
Appears on the water, then is gone.
--Chiang She Chuan, translated by Kenneth Rexroth
Saturday, April 25, 2009
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