Late Spring Poem by Bai Hua

Late Spring



A day in late spring
I've just finished my diary:
Sand from the wind in the north
children are racing
birds are forced back into the woods
This isn't a docile page
yet the elderly are no longer angry
even the plants have forgotten about themselves
I've nothing to do
but to observe all these intently

Translated by Fiona Sze-Lorrain

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