The Jade Mountain
Or boiling white stones for potatoes in his hut . . .I wish I might take him a cup of wineTo cheer him through the evening storm;But in fallen leaves that have heaped the bare slopes,How should I ever find his footprints!
(62a)
ON MEETING MY FRIEND FÊNG CHU
IN THE CAPITAL
IN THE CAPITAL
Out of the east you visit me,With the rain of Pa-ling still on your clothes,I ask you what you have come here for;You say: "To buy an ax for cutting wood in the mountains.". . . Hidden deep in a haze of blossom,Swallow fledglings chirp at easeAs they did when we parted, a year ago. . . .How grey our temples have grown since then!
MOORING AT TWILIGHT IN YU-YI DISTRICT
Furling my sail near the town of Huai,I find for harbour a little coveWhere a sudden breeze whips up the waves.. . . The sun is growing dim now and sinks in the dusk.
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