Bai Hua Poems

These innocent messengers
wearing plain summer clothes
sitting here, by my side
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Ten nights, ten nights in a row
Autumn is near, leaves turn yellow
your teacher is thinning away
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I'm spreading word about your reputation —
a child who stole three cakes
a child who couldn't idle away an afternoon
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Early morning, what is the quivering calmness evading?

Karlstad! Tall gods and goddesses flash by
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Through all ages the river never disposes of a voice
you listen, I listen
that voice
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A day in late spring
I've just finished my diary:
Sand from the wind in the north
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The cloud diviner scurries by
scanning from heights
In his eyes, the dense dusky mist
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