By Wang Wei
5 Deer Park
No one seen. Among empty mountains,
hints of drifting voice, faint, no more.
Entering these deep woods, late sunlight
flares on green moss again, and rises.
18 Magnolia Slope
Lotus blossoms adrift out across treetops
flaunt crimson calyces among mountains.
At home beside this stream, quiet, no one
here. Scattered. Scattered open and falling.
Translated by David Hinton
From 'The Selected Poems of Wang Wei'
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