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from the July 2004 issue

Mourning Yin Yao

Returning you to StoneTower Mountain, we bid farewell
among ash-green pine and cyprus, then return home.

Of your bones, now buried white cloud, this much remains
forever: streams cascading empty toward human realms.

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

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