The Jade Mountain/A Poem to a Taoist Hermit on Ch'üan-chiao Mountain
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A POEM TO A TAOIST HERMIT
ON CH'ÜAN-CHIAO MOUNTAIN
ON CH'ÜAN-CHIAO MOUNTAIN
My office has grown cold today;And I suddenly think of my mountain friendGathering firewood down in the valley 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)