A POEM BY CHINESE POET CHIA TAO

      antoni tapies

      EVENING VIEW AS THE SNOW CLEARS


      I lean on my staff, gaze at the sunlit snow,

     Clouds and gullies in countless layers,

     The woodcutter returns to his plain hut,

     As the winter sun falls behind sheer peaks.

     A wildfire burns over the grass of the hills;

     Broken patches of mist rise from among the rocks and pines.

     Then, turning back on the mountain temple road,

     I hear the bells ring in the evening sky.


                                 ----Chia Tao (779-849)
                                      tr Stephen Owen



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