Heat
by Liu Tsung-yuan (773-819)
translated by Graeme Wilson
Here, in the south, the sheer heat works like booze:
I lean on my desk beside
North windows wide open wide
But still the weight of warmth unbuttons me.
What broke, at noon, the silence of my snooze?
Some oaf, beyond that hedgerow, grinding tea.
Sunday, November 5, 2017
Heat
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