Category Archives: Plum Blossoms

Winter Plum (a slightly more faithful translation)

The original, with Andrew Griffin’s literal translation, is at the bottom. Winter Plum The mountain wind startles half the flowers on your branches into bursting open. How long have you stood at the edge of this cliff alone in your … Continue reading

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Winter Plum Blossoms

This afternoon, Andrew Griffin and I sat at Mr Sushi and mistranslated a poem that’s painted on the wall there. I have no idea who wrote it, but I’m sure it’s a famous old poem. The uncertainty of its authorship … Continue reading

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