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Clearing At Dawn
(701-762 / Chu / Kazakhstan)

Clearing At Dawn

Poem By Li Po

The fields are chill, the sparse rain has stopped;
The colours of Spring teem on every side.
With leaping fish the blue pond is full;
With singing thrushes the green boughs droop.
The flowers of the field have dabbled their powdered cheeks;
The mountain grasses are bent level at the waist.
By the bamboo stream the last fragment of cloud
Blown by the wind slowly scatters away.

Li Po
tr. Waley

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Comments (4)

....beautifully penned, love the imagery, so exquisite ★
So beautiful,this poem transports the reader back 1200 years in time to the field of flowers...breathtaking.
A beautiful poem of nature from the best of us. What a wonderful composure by Li Po, blown away.
This poem truly reflects the outdoor sensations