Gently I stir a white feather fan,
With open shirt sitting in a green wood.
I take off my cap and hang it on a jutting stone;
A wind from the pine-tree trickles on my bare head.
| Best Poems | Short Poems
Email Poem |
Top Li Po Poems
Analysis and Comments on Summer in the Mountains
Provide your analysis, explanation, meaning, interpretation, and comments on the poem Summer in the Mountains here.
Commenting has been disabled for now.