Su Tung P’o, “Spring Night”


The few minutes of a Spring night
Are worth ten thousand pieces of gold.
The perfume of the flowers is so pure.
The shadows of the moon are so black.
In the pavilion the voices and flutes are so high and light.
In the garden a hammock rocks
In the night so deep, so profound.

Translated by Kenneth Rexroth

Found Poetry: The Stockyards of South St. Paul
Indo-European Root of the Day: Stevedore

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