how pitiful, the feelings of the world
still, the hills are not afraid
with forests of trees to clothe them
the hunting ground of poems and verse
my heart is free as the white clouds
body light as a crimson leaf
apes and birds pull me forward
lusty as ever, we rise up–cross over
translated by James H. Sanford
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I love this.
Thanks.I am falling in love with this poet myself.
Beautiful. Thanks for sharing this 🙂
Glad you liked it.