SPRING WALK TO THE PAVILION
OF GOOD CROPS AND PEACE
by Ou Yang Hsiu (1007-1072)
translated by Kenneth Rexroth

The trees are brilliant with flowers
And the hills are green.
The sun is about to set.
Over the immense plain
A green carpet of grass
Stretches to infinity.
The passersby do not care
That Spring is about to end
Carelessly they come and go
Before the pavilion,
Trampling the fallen flowers.