In Reply to P’ei Ti
The cold river spreads boundless away.
Autumn rains darken azure-deep skies.
You ask about WholeSouth Mountain:
the mind knows beyond white clouds.
From Mountain Home: The Wilderness Poetry of Ancient China, forthcoming from New Directions.
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