Followed mountains over a thousand miles,
Floated on a stream for almost ten evenings.
Birds return: boats and oars put aside.
Stars thinned out: a long weary trip.
High and bright, morning moon.
Cold, so cold, early dewdrips.
translated by Wai-lim Yip
Chronicling an ever-changing city through faded and forgotten artifacts
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Sono una donna libera. Nel mio blog farete un viaggio lungo e profondo nei pensieri della mente del cuore e dell anima.
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Se non combatti per costruire la tua vita non ti rimarrà niente
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We are all just babes in the woods.
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日本の萩市＆長門市にメシアの民登場！！アーメン（一部女性不可）日本共産党（しんぶん赤旗）宮内欣二萩市議を応援します。
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Leonard Durso 
Is this a monk on a pilgrimmage?
A poet most likely in exile going home.
Poets were exiled during that particular dynasty?
All Chinese poets/scholars throughout their long history, also took the Civil Service Exam which, depending on their score, granted them government jobs. And these poet/scholars often didn’t always pick the right side in court intriques, thus ending up being exiled to far off posts.