One moment, the mountain is clear
in strong morning sunlight. The next, vanished in fog.
I returned to Tu Fu, afraid to look up again
from my reading and find in the window moonlight -
but when I do, the fog is still there,
and only the ancient poet's hair has turned gray
while a single wild goose passed him, silently climbing.
in strong morning sunlight. The next, vanished in fog.
I returned to Tu Fu, afraid to look up again
from my reading and find in the window moonlight -
but when I do, the fog is still there,
and only the ancient poet's hair has turned gray
while a single wild goose passed him, silently climbing.
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