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Poem	For the seven lakes, and by no man these verses: Rain; empty river; a voyage, Fire from frozen cloud, heavy rain in the twilight Under the cabin roof was one lantern. The reeds are heavy; bent; and the bamboos speak as if weeping. Autumn moon; hills rise about lakes against sunset Evening is like a curtain of cloud, a blurr above ripples; and through it sharp long spikes of the cinnamon, a cold tune amid reeds. Behind hill the monk's bell borne on the wind. Sail passed here in April; may return in October Boat fades in silver; slowly; Sun blaze alone on the river. Where wine flag catches the sunset Sparse chimneys smoke in the cross light Comes then snow scur on the river And a world is covered with jade Small boat floats like a lanthorn, The flowing water closts as with cold. And at San Yin they are a people of leisure. Wild geese swoop to the sand-bar, Clouds gather about the hole of the window Broad water; geese line out with the autumn Rooks clatter over the fishermen's lanthorns, A light moves on the north sky line; where the young boys prod stones for shrimp. In seventeen hundred came Tsing to these hill lakes. A light moves on the South sky line. State by creating riches shd. thereby get into debt? This is infamy; this is Geryon. This canal goes still to TenShi Though the old king built it for pleasure K E I M E N R A N K E I K I U M A N M A N K E I JITSU GETSU K O K W A T A N FUKU T A N K A I Sun up; work sundown; to rest dig well and drink of the water dig field; eat of the grain Imperial power is? and to us what is it? The fourth; the dimension of stillness. And the power over wild beasts.
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