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Under plum blossoms,
Just castrated rams have tears
Bulging in their eyes.
Could this melody
Be sung in other countries
By other birds?
In a silent room
A feather rises slowly
And floats in the heat.
A wounded sparrow
Sinks in clear cold lake water,
Its eyes still open.
The consumptive man,
Who lives in the room next door,
Did not cough today.
Bolting the gate tight
Against all the autumn world,—
Save the fiery stars.
The sad sound of hymns
Flooding on to autumn fields
In hazy moonlight.
Leaving the doctor,
The whole world looks different
This autumn morning.
I slept so long and sound,
But I did not know why until
I saw the snow outside.
Leaving its nest,
The sparrow sinks a second,
Then opens its wings.