My poem for today:
Written While Wandering the White River in Nan-Yang, After Climbing Onto the Rocks
Morning up near White River origins,
and suddenly that human world’s gone:
islands all end-of-the-earth beauty,
river and sky a vast vacant clarity.
Ocean clouds leave the eye’s farewell,
and the mind idle, river fish wander.
Chanting, I linger out a setting sun,
then return moonlit to a farmland hut.
--Li Po, from The Selected Poems of Li Po
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