1910
Plum Garden
So dazzlingly white the blossoms,
So blue the sky,
And so dank the earth—
Yet so tranquil is the plum garden.
Clouds
O the manifold mountain peaks!
Would that I might flee
From the land of the living
To hide in thy inmost bosom
Veiled by a thousand folds of cloud!
Unable to forsake the ties
That bind me to wife and children
And to fulfil my heart’s yearning,
Upon the mountain peaks shrouded in clouds
I gaze in vain.
A Duck
Over a duck that sleeps
With his bill tucked
In his untidy wing of down,
Blows gently the spring breeze.
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