In the Evening, Walking in the Western Fields

by Jonathan Chaves
White waters twist and turn among crumbling embankments;
far beyond the forest can be heard an evening rooster.
For my quiet walks, I rarely go east of where I live,
because there are green mountains west of my house.
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English
Author of original: 
Chang Y├╝
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Short Poems
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