Sunday, August 18, 2013
Po Chu-i (772-846)
Written on Sung Mountain’s Eastern Cliffs in Early Spring
Skies clearing above thirty six peaks,
kingfisher-blue mists rise over snowmelt.
The moon’s drifted through three nights
now, spring opening across four mountains
grasses turning distances an early green
while cold birds leave silence unchanged.
Here below the highest of these east cliffs:
nothing but a name l've scrawled on rock