A Hermit’s Day - Poem by Kong Yin
First of all, I will fetch ice water
from the glacial lake to boil;
the blue-sky and white-cloud tastes
will all be mixed in it.
Then I will stroll in the woods of the valley
where snow, tenacious flowers and berries linger.
Next I will visit the spotted bird
to see if she has enough
straw and seeds in her nest.
After that I will chat with the big rock,
asking if he has any
recent discoveries or stories.
Lastly, I will retreat to the small room of my soul,
and sit with her near the fire,
chattering and laughing.
When it is time to leave
I will surrender a crumpled bouquet of flowers
that I had clutched to my chest
and place it on her warm palms.
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