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Friday Poem (0403)

Posted by John Lynch on April 4, 2008
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Seeing the Ox

Oriole in the branch chirps and chirps,
Sun warm, breeze through the willows.
There is the ox, cornered, alone.
That head, those horns! Who could paint them?

K’uo-an (trans. Stanley Lombardo)

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