Spring Passing
by Tu FuEnglish version by Doug Westendorp
Original Language Chinese
The blue of the river whitens the birds as
fresh greening hills brighten red flowers.
I watch as the new spring comes to pass,
wondering when I too might head home.
from Bamboo Cottage: Poems and Translations, by Doug Westendorp
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