a green so pure

March 2, 2011

The Han River
by Du Mu

Steady and full, all surging swells and white gulls in flight,
it flows springtime deep, a green so pure it should dye robes.

Going south and coming back north, I’ve grown older, older.
Late light lingers, farewell to a fishing boat bound for home.

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One Response to “a green so pure”

  1. Beth Says:

    I somehow missed this incredibly beautiful poem.


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