At Cloud-Gate Monastery, Sitting Alone by Lu Yu

Leonard Durso

Northern mountains, and southern, too–I’ve wandered them all,
and if I look back, I see sixty-seven years of springtime festivals.

Today, given this far away into old age, all battered and broken,
I sit alone, lit incense fragrant, and listen to the sound of water.

translated by David Hinton

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