To the tune of Sky-Clear Sand: Autumn Thoughts by Ma Chih-yuan (1260-1324)
Withered vine,
old tree,
crows.
A small bridge,
running water,
houses.
Ancient road,
west wind,
lean horse,
sun sinking
in the west --
and a man,
crushed,
at the sky's edge.
- trans. Arthur Sze
Withered vine,
old tree,
crows.
A small bridge,
running water,
houses.
Ancient road,
west wind,
lean horse,
sun sinking
in the west --
and a man,
crushed,
at the sky's edge.
- trans. Arthur Sze
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