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THE GRASS by PO CHU-YI

First Line: HOW BEAUTIFUL AND FRESH THE GRASS RETURNS
Last Line: WHEN THE GRASS BLOOMS BOTH JOY AND FEAR I KNOW.
Subject(s): GRASS;
How beautiful and fresh the grass returns!
When golden days decline, the meadow burns;
Yet autumn suns no hidden root have slain,
The spring winds blow, and there is grass again.

Green rioting on olden ways it falls:
The blue sky storms the ruined city walls;
Yet since Wang Sun departed long ago,
When the grass blooms both joy and fear I know.





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