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I watch on the mountain ’til you disappear,
then close my wooden door Night draws near
The grass will be green in spring next year Yes, but when
shall I ever see my dear friend coming this way again?
—Wang Wei, T’ang Dynasty.
Translation by C. H. Kwock & G. G. Gach.
From the Spring 2015 issue of Inquiring Mind (Vol. 31, No. 2)
© 2015 Gary Gach & C. H. Kwock