On Climbing In Nan-King To The Terrace Of Phoenixes Poem by Li Po
On Climbing In Nan-King To The Terrace Of Phoenixes
Phoenixes that play here once, so that the place was named for them,
Have abandoned it now to this desolated river;
The paths of Wu Palace are crooked with weeds;
The garments of Chin are ancient dust.
...Like this green horizon halving the Three Peaks,
Like this Island of White Egrets dividing the river,
A cloud has risen between the Light of Heaven and me,
To hide his city from my melancholy heart.
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4/24/2024 8:07:56 AM # 1.0.0.1119
...a write with a touch of poignancy, so beautiful ★