Terrace deep as the sky.
Stone bench where I sit and read,
Stone bench where I sit and read,
I wandered by myself
Into the heart of the mountains of Yoshino.
Into the heart of the mountains of Yoshino.
In one hand a book, in the other, a bag made of newsprint—
No weather-beaten bones here
No weather-beaten bones here
Just lychees bought in the market,
Thirty rupees per kilogram.
Thirty rupees per kilogram.
Stalks mottled red tied up with string,
Flesh the color of pigeon wings—
Flesh the color of pigeon wings—
Sweet simmering.
Sunlight bruises air
Sunlight bruises air
Pine trees blacken.
Where shall I go?
Where shall I go?
The Dhauladhar peaks
Are covered in snow.
Are covered in snow.
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