View From The Cliffs

View From The Cliffs

I climb the cold mountain by
A steep path through the rocks,
To my little cabin in
The place where the clouds are born.
I halt my cart and look out
Over the forest of maples
In the sunset. The frosted
Leaves are more brilliant than
Any flowers of spring

……….

We Drink Farewell

Chilled by excess of passion,
Unsmiling, we drink farewell.
The candle, overcome by sorrow,
Weeps for us all through the night.

-Tu Mu (translated by Kenneth Rexroth)

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