Shadow-water extending up to the horizon
A boat made of light floating;
Who is plying an ore? facing towards the west ?
Far-off verdant valley
Evening is falling
The peasants returning to their village
Crops on their head.
Deprecit moon peeping behind the leaves;
It is she who plyinga an ore;
Her face covered with shadow
But evening- star glimmering on her forehead.
It is she who plyinga an ore; Her face covered with shadow But evening- star glimmering on her forehead. star should glimmer on such faces...... thank you
Good description of nature....Thanks for sharing....10 for you...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice