The birds no longer visit in the twilight. But its wood can still spark tinder. It does not care yet to be only the void at its heart.
Han Yü, A Withered Tree

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The birds no longer visit in the twilight. But its wood can still spark tinder. It does not care yet to be only the void at its heart.
Han Yü, A Withered Tree
Not a twig or a leaf on the old tree,
Wind and frost harm it no more.
—Han Yü, A Withered Tree
Translated by A.C. Graham
A withered tree by Big_Heart
A withered tree by Big_Heart
A withered tree by Big_Heart
A Withered Tree
Not a twig or a leaf on the old tree, Wind and frost harm it no more. A man could pass through the hole in its belly, Ants crawl searching under its peeling bark. Its only lodger, the toadstool which dies in a morning, The birds no longer visit in the twilight. But its wood can still spark tinder. It does not care yet to be only the void at its heart.
Han Yü (trans. A.C. Graham)