In the narrow valley
Traversed by a cool stream,
Life is but a pleasant,
And ever shady, dream.
Feet within the waters,
But mind up in the sky,
Nothing can upend one,
Nor kill what cannot die.
Pleasant Valley [Lyric Poem]
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spring green to the right;
tawny stalk stubble on the left
a seasonless dreamworld?


a barren tree
paints dancing shadows
on the sandy canyon.




hazy valley:
after the harvest,
the fields are burnt.

sunrise orange
sparkles on the lake;
lone fisher casts nets