CHINESE POETRY



Meng Hao-ran


Spring Dawn


Waking late,
To the sunlight and with yawns,
Morning birds
Now are heard,
Everywhere in the spring dawn;
After storm.

Wind and rain
Filled the darkness of the night,
In the swell
Blossoms fell,
On walkways before the light,
How many?



Retranslated by Professor Gloom



Gloom 99

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