From 300 Tang Poems – Fields

The fields are chill. The sparse rain has stopped. The colors of Spring teem on every side. With leaping fish, the blue pond is full. With singing thrushes, the green boughs droop. The flowers of the field have dabbled their powdered cheeks. The mountain grasses are bent level at the waist. By the bamboo stream the last fragments of cloud blown by the wind slowly scatter away. by Li Po, from 300 Tang Poems.

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