Early Summer
To close my eyes and think
Is painful
I shall turn my thoughts
To summer when nature
Is young and stirring.
Primroses by the Shore
At heaven’s high boundary
Clouds are sinking;
On the shore where I stand,
Sails are returning.
As with two children beside me
I walk along the shore
Where primroses bloom,
The setting sun steeps
The clouds in splendor.
White clouds and the clouds
Shot by the setting sun, alike,
Are vanishing in the dusk …
The sun now sets in its stillness.
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