Nature
The Grass
Translated by L. Cranmer-Byng (1909) · From A Lute of Jade (1909)
Nature
How beautiful and fresh the grass returns!
When golden days decline, the meadow burns;
Yet autumn suns no hidden root have slain,
The spring winds blow, and there is grass again.
Green rioting on olden ways it falls:
The blue sky storms the ruined city walls;
Yet since Wang Sun departed long ago,
When the grass blooms both joy and fear I know.
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Chü-i, Po. “The Grass.” Translated by L. Cranmer-Byng. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/po-chu-i/119/.
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Chü-i, Po. “The Grass.” Translated by L. Cranmer-Byng. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/po-chu-i/119/.
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