Spring Snow
As soon as I open the door,
in a flash the distant hills are close at hand.
The morning of the very first day of the month,
and the calendar heralds Early Rain.
Newly snow-covered mountain roots, chill and bright,
seem much closer to me now.
The ice cracks, the breeze follows fresh;
my white sashes grow fragrant of their own accord.
Ah, huddled up then reviving like some dream,
I am sorrowful indeed.
Green buds of dropwort come pushing up,
the long motionless lips of fish munch anew,
in the unseasonable snow before flowers blossom,
I long to strip off thick clothes and freeze again.
in a flash the distant hills are close at hand.
The morning of the very first day of the month,
and the calendar heralds Early Rain.
Newly snow-covered mountain roots, chill and bright,
seem much closer to me now.
The ice cracks, the breeze follows fresh;
my white sashes grow fragrant of their own accord.
Ah, huddled up then reviving like some dream,
I am sorrowful indeed.
Green buds of dropwort come pushing up,
the long motionless lips of fish munch anew,
in the unseasonable snow before flowers blossom,
I long to strip off thick clothes and freeze again.
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