IN EARLY SUMMER I OFTEN WALK HERE
A beauty in our city,
Wears pearls loosely pendant at her waist
To wash her
In their tintinnabulation.
In the spring garden she teases
Her parrot; she strums
Her pi-pa, and the moonlight
Scatters through the strings.
All year her song enveloped our ears;
We watched her trim dance
A thousand times.
No one thinks: one cold wind blackens the hibiscus.
-Han Shan
Franco Falsini- Parte 2 from Cold Nose
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