Summer has come.
The white light of the
Wei River, in my body.
But I must return
to the deep mountains.
And begin again
to speak of poetry.
Listening to the rainfall,
with my eyes closed.
This is the way,
I have experienced within.
A sun-like brilliance
Summer has come.
The white light of the
Wei River, in my body.
But I must return
to the deep mountains.
And begin again
to speak of poetry.
Listening to the rainfall,
with my eyes closed.
This is the way,
I have experienced within.
A Wandering Poet 