The Intruder

The grass of Yen is growing green and long
While in Chin the leafy mulberry branches hang low,
Even now while my longing heart is breaking,
Are you thinking, my dear, of coming back to me?
- O, wind of spring, you are a stranger,
Why do you enter through the silken curtains of my bower?

poem by Li Po, translated by Shigeyoshi Obata
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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