The Poet Thinks of His Old Home

by Shigeyoshi Obata
I have not turned my steps toward the East Mountain for so long.
I wonder how many times the roses have bloomed there....
The white clouds gather and scatter again like friends.
Who has a house there now to view the setting of the bright moon?
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English
Author of original: 
Li Po
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Short Poems
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