Искусствоед
Tu Fu
Travelling Northward
Screech owls moan in the yellowing
Mulberry trees. Field mice scurry,
Preparing their holws for winter.
Midnight, we cross an old battlefield.
The moonlight shines on white bones.
(from "One Hundred Poems from the Chinese)
transl. by Kenneth Rexroth
Travelling Northward
Screech owls moan in the yellowing
Mulberry trees. Field mice scurry,
Preparing their holws for winter.
Midnight, we cross an old battlefield.
The moonlight shines on white bones.
(from "One Hundred Poems from the Chinese)
transl. by Kenneth Rexroth