14 APRIL 1990, Page 33
Spring Dawn
Dawn breaks; or is it bird-calls Illuminating night?
Look, from the cries of pheasants Grow layerings of light Till, one by one, the mountain rice-flats Listen to be white.
Dawn breaks; or is it bird-calls Illuminating night?
Look, from the cries of pheasants Grow layerings of light Till, one by one, the mountain rice-flats Listen to be white.