Chia Tao (779-843)
The solitary bird
loves the wood;
your heart also
not of this world.
The solitary bird
loves the wood;
your heart also
not of this world.
Seeing Off Spring on the Last Day of April
When April reaches its thirtieth day
your wind and light forsake a poor poet
I don’t want to sleep with you tonight
until the dawn bell you’re still spring
your wind and light forsake a poor poet
I don’t want to sleep with you tonight
until the dawn bell you’re still spring
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