A MESSAGE FROM MY LODGE AT WANGCHUAN TO PEI DI
The mountains are cold and blue now
And the autumn waters have run all day.
By my thatch door, leaning on my staff,
I listen to cicadas in the evening wind.
Sunset lingers at the ferry,
Supper-smoke floats up from the houses.
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Oh, when shall I pledge the great Hermit again
And sing a wild poem at Five Willows?
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