Matching poem for my new neighbour to the west, inviting him over for wine

Translated by: 
Justin Hill

your poem arrives, unworn words

despite a hundred recitations


new love, in each line –

pure as gold



my mind climbs the fence


too much long-distance gazing,

my heart might turn to stone


the River of Stars divides lovers

I look up and sigh


dreams of the southlands have passed,

the zither sits unplayed


only longing for home

grows in winter soils


cold nights, good wine –

a waste to pour for one

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