Sky Pure of Sand
Ma Chih-yüan (1260-1324)

 

[Dried vines over old tree, evening and the crows / Thin bridge over stream, people and their homes

Way down the old trail—the west gale shakes the horse's ribs / The sun wanes west

Winding down the edge of the endless sky] his torn out heart.

 

translated by Ken Chen

 

 

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