AS evening falls, I stare at the darkening plain.
Where I shall rest tonight, I do not know.
Trees are already tinged with autumn's stain
And the hilltops burn with the gold of afterglow.
Birds on his back, the hunter homes from f [...]
Two Stone Buddhas
There, by the roadside, face to face,
Two stone Buddhas stand.
Rain has greened the patient shoulders,
Frost has split a hand
And wind has brazed the lowered eyes.
Yet, cold and hungry there,
I envy them their ignoran [...]