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Showing posts with label Meng Haoran. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Meng Haoran. Show all posts
Sunday, March 13, 2016
spring daybreak
spring daybreak
in spring eyes closed, not awake at break of day,
then aware of bird calls from all directions—
by night the sound of wind & rain drawing near:
blossoms have fallen: were they few or many?
Jack Hayes
© 2016
based on Meng Haoran: 春曉
chūn xiăo
Image links to its source on Wiki Commons:
墨梅圖 Ink Painting of Plum Blossoms: Wang Mian - Scroll, Ink on paper. Yuan Dynasty: 1346
Labels:
China,
JH poems,
Meng Haoran,
poetry,
translations
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