My long-ago life rises into lone thoughts
and drifts windblown–too much for me.
Shoreline sounds echo night restlessly.
Cold lamplight thick with snow glistens.
Three years–a dream so bright and real,
thread stretching away into the furthest
distances. Dawn light on Ch’u Mountain:
no need to climb those wide-open heights.
translated by David Hinton
‘Dawn light on Ch’u Mountain’ Those mountains always get to me…
Me, too.
Close your eyes and you can see the Mountains in the distance.
Yes you can.