The Painting

John Balaban

 
The stream runs clear to its stones;
the fish swim in sharp outline.
Girl, turn your face for me to draw.
Tomorrow, if we should drift apart,
I shall find you by this picture.
 
From Ca Dao Vietnam: Vietnamese Folk Poetry translated by John Balaban. Translation copyright © 2003 by John Balaban. Reprinted by permission of Copper Canyon Press. All right reserved.

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