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
This adaptation first appeared on the blog in November 2014.
Spring cannot awaken the dawn’s slumber,
crying “Bird! Bird?” in all the places
where nighttime sounds the wind and rain,
and endless flowers fall.
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Now that’s a poem!
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well, thank you very much!
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Just speaking the truth.
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