Sunday, June 28, 2020

A Poem by Tu Fu

The days grow long, the mountains
Beautiful. The south wind blows
Over blossoming meadows.
Newly arrivedswallows dart
Over the steaming marshes.
Ducks in pairs drowse on the warm sand.

  Tu Fu, 713-779
                                                                ( translation by Kenneth Rexroth)


Barbara Rogers said...

And so it is.

A Bit of the Blarney said...

Tranquility and peace...[sigh]! Thank you and have a wonderful week!