Mists of willow catkin
are falling
on the roads
of western Szechwan.
We meet—
then suddenly spring is over;
your teachings imparted,
you go alone,
traveling fast, with rain
in far mountains;
sleeping late, after
a night of storm.
Of the trees
around your cottage—
when you return,
their leaves should be vermilion.
(Chia Tao)
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