The Jade Mountain/A Green Stream
A GREEN STREAM
I have sailed the River of Yellow Flowers,Borne by the channel of a green stream,Rounding ten thousand turns through the mountainsOn a journey of less than thirty miles. . . .Rapids hum over heaped rocks;But where light grows dim in the thick pines,The surface of an inlet sways with nut-hornsAnd weeds are lush along the banks.. . . Down in my heart I have always been as pureAs this limpid water is. . . .Oh, to remain on a broad flat rockAnd to cast a fishing-line forever!