On A Trip To The Poem by Tran Thanh-tong

On A Trip To The



This is strangely pure,
The supreme province:
Hundreds of birds, not a hundred organs;
Rows of orange trees, thousands, standing like servants;
Peaceful moon over peaceful people;
Autumn water, autumn sky.
The four seas are clear, dust has settled.
The trip is better by far, this year.

Saturday, October 9, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: autumn,birds,standing
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