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The Sun – by Li Po

by Pathless PathPresence September 21, 20200 comments

The grass does not refuse To flourish in the spring wind. The leaves are not angry At falling through the autumn sky. Who, with whip or spur Can urge the feet of Time? The things of the world flourish and decay, Each at its own hour. From The Sun, by Li Po, translated by Arthur …

From 300 Tang Poems – Fields

by Pathless PathZen August 28, 20200 comments

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 …