IN THE MOUNTAINS, TO A LOST LOVE
you did not notice
slight step into the waters dream wrinkled,
blue river dawn
your feet mixed
transparent with gold leaf fall.
Would I have loved you blindly?
Would you have washed your hair
in the dark came from my lips?
Now all I can offer my love wind
and white ice cream song of my bones.
Wang-Yi Bai (681-752)
(Translation: L. Tamaral)
Note: image was taken from the Internet.
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