Returning you to StoneTower Mountain, we bid farewell
among ash-green pine and cyprus, then return home.
Of your bones, now buried white cloud, this much remains
forever: streams cascading empty toward human realms.
From Mountain Home: The Wilderness Poetry of Ancient China, forthcoming from New Directions.
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