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from the July 2004 issue

In Reply to P’ei Ti

The cold river spreads boundless away.
Autumn rains darken azure-deep skies.


You ask about WholeSouth Mountain:
the mind knows beyond white clouds.


From Mountain Home: The Wilderness Poetry of Ancient China, forthcoming from New Directions.

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