from On the Border: poem 3 by Kuan Hsiu

In Green Mound Cave, they say
a white wolf dwells.
Once in a while it comes out
looks east, and howls
and howls
and howls.
Paint that for me, if you can,
my painter friend.

translated by J.P. Seaton

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