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Let me stop here. Let me, too, look at nature awhile.
The brilliant blue of the morning sea, of the cloudless sky,
the yellow shore; all lovely,
all bathed in light.

Let me stand here. And let me pretend I see all this
(I really did see it for a minute when I first stopped)
and not my usual day-dreams here too,
my memories, those images of sensual pleasure.


trans. by Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard

Added: 9 Jan 2002 | Last Read: 9 Jan 2009 8:40 PM | Viewed: 1877 times

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