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.
O at the Edges 
The original was always a favorite and this version quickly joined it. Love your timing since I often remind myself this time of year that in the southern hemisphere it’s spring that’s beginning!
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Thank you!
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Beautiful! Chinese poetry is so evocative in its seeming simplicity, and you catch that feeling in your translation.
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If I’ve learned one thing over the years, it’s that achieving simplicity isn’t quite as simple as it seems. 🙂
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Yes, this a great poem to teach us simplicity. Always enjoy your “after ,,, ” Chinese poems here.
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Thanks, Frank. I should do more of these, but somehow never get started…
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For some reason I love the idea that a “spring sleep” doesn’t want to “wake” the “dawn.” And the idea of a “flower fall” like a waterfall. But I love your interpretation. So many different ways to combine words and make something beautiful and strange.
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It’s interesting how we can change a few words and rearrange them on a page, and find something entirely new!
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