Climbing Cloud Dragon Mountain
Sū Shì 1036-1101
High as a kite
I stumble up Yellow Thatch Ridge,
The whole hill a jumble of rocks
like a flock of sheep.
On top... drunk...
I collapse on a bed of rock,
Face up gaze at the white clouds
and infinity.
The sounds of my songs fall to the valley
on the autumn wind,
Villagers raise their heads
gaze toward the southeast,
Clap their hands
shout with laughter,
"The Prefect's gone mad!"
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