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Spring Dawn (after Meng Haoran)

Posted on November 25, 2018 by robert okaji

This morning I slept through dawn

and the screeching birds, long

after last night’s wild wind and rain.

But who can count the fallen flowers?

The transliteration on Chinese-poems.com reads:

Spring sleep not wake dawn
Everywhere hear cry bird
Night come wind rain sound
Flower fall know how many

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This adaptation first appeared on the blog in November 2014.

9 thoughts on “Spring Dawn (after Meng Haoran)”

kalabalu on November 24, 2018 at 7:29 am said:

Leaves falls and spreads on ground
Snow falls to enrich the scene
flowers fall and makes me frown
why? I ask ..rains falls and we can not count
Love is like that..a fairy tale crown

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- robert okaji on November 24, 2018 at 8:03 am said:
  
  Love’s mystery seems to elude many of us…
  
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  - kalabalu on November 24, 2018 at 11:43 pm said:
    
    Indeed
    
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prairiepomes on November 24, 2018 at 10:14 am said:

Reblogged this on Prairiepomes.

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- robert okaji on November 24, 2018 at 3:14 pm said:
  
  Thank you for reblogging, Anna Marie!
  
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lifecameos on November 24, 2018 at 10:10 pm said:

Thank you. I really enjoy these Chinese poems.

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- robert okaji on November 24, 2018 at 10:11 pm said:
  
  Thank you!
  
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ebbtide on November 25, 2018 at 7:51 pm said:

beautifully done!

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- robert okaji on November 25, 2018 at 8:57 pm said:
  
  Thank you, Sarah!
  
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