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Living in the Mountain on an Autumn Night

After fresh rain on the empty mountain
comes evening and the cold of autumn.
The full moon burns through the pines.
A brook transparent over the stones.
Bamboo trees crackle as washerwomen go home
and lotus flowers sway as fisherman’s boat slips downriver.
Though the fresh smell of grass is gone,
a prince is happy in these hills.

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