Classic Poem

As I suddenly enter a side path
full of spring and magnolias,
abolished abolished
darkness,
the back of your head comes in sight.
The abolished abolished
darkness
of the magnolias in Chiri Mountain
I saw last night in a dream,
the back of your head is silent.
One antique bronze earring
is advancing alone in the wind
murmuring softly still today
instead of you: Love, love.