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crivellisinging in the mountains
all men have their failings
mine is I'm a poet
I'm free of many bonds
but this one lingers still
when I see a landscape
when I meet a friend
I begin to sing verses
like one encountering a god
since being exiled to Hsün-yang
I go to the hills
when I've finished a poem
and climb to a peak
I lean on blanched stone
pull down a green branch
my singing startles the view
monkeys and birds watch me
I'm afraid I'm a laughingstock
elsewhere than away from people
all men have their failings
mine is I'm a poet
I'm free of many bonds
but this one lingers still
when I see a landscape
when I meet a friend
I begin to sing verses
like one encountering a god
since being exiled to Hsün-yang
I go to the hills
when I've finished a poem
and climb to a peak
I lean on blanched stone
pull down a green branch
my singing startles the view
monkeys and birds watch me
I'm afraid I'm a laughingstock
elsewhere than away from people
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Date: 2004-10-02 06:57 am (UTC)Why should she hop
Just because of Po-Chui?
I hope for her sake
That now it's all the same
One or many
All is По-Хуи