Grass Journal Podcast

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April 27, 2020
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April 27, 2020

Hudson Gardner
Apr 27, 2020
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Ten days of spring cold kept me indoors;
I didn’t know willows were budding in the village.
In the frozen valley, a stream gurgles faintly;
sheets of green hide burnt stubble in the fields.
A few acres of poor land hold me here;
warming half a jug of cloudy wine, I wait for you.
A year ago today I crossed the mountain pass -
fine rain on plum flowers nearly broke my spirit.

— Su Tung-p’o

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