Monday, July 18, 2022

"Country Cottage"

A peasant's shack beside the
Clear river, the rustic gate
Opens on a deserted road
Weeds grow over the public well.
I loafin my old clothes. Willow
Branches sway. Flowering tree
Perfume the air. The sun sets
Behind a flock of cormorants,
Drying their black wings along the pier.

Translated by Kenneth Rexroth

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