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1 The First Jasmines

I can sing ...
I can sing...
The poem recalls a childhood memory where Jasmine’s scent brings
feelings of love and longing.

Ah, these jasmines, these white jasmines!

I seem to remember the first day when I filled my hands

with these jasmines, these white jasmines.

I have loved the sunlight, the sky and the green earth;

I have heard the liquid murmur of the river

through the darkness of midnight;

Autumn sunsets have come to me at the bend of the road the lonely waste,

like a bride raising her veil to accept her lover.

murmur—a low continuous sound; midnight —twelve o’clock at night

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