The days grow long, the mountains
Beautiful. The south wind blows Over blossoming meadows. Newly arrivedswallows dart Over the steaming marshes. Ducks in pairs drowse on the warm sand. Tu Fu, 713-779 ( translation by Kenneth Rexroth)The days grow long, the mountains
Beautiful. The south wind blows Over blossoming meadows. Newly arrivedswallows dart Over the steaming marshes. Ducks in pairs drowse on the warm sand. Tu Fu, 713-779 ( translation by Kenneth Rexroth)