June
In the mountainside meditation hut,
Just a monk’s robes.
And outside windows, no one.
Birds at the stream take flight.
Yellow dusk stretching half-way
Down the mountain road,
I hear cascades in love with
Kingfisher-greens gone dark.
— Meng hao-jan (689-740)
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