from On Autumn River, Along Po-ko Shores: 1 by Li Po

Where could evening wandering be so fine?
Here along Po-ko shores, the moon bright,

mountain light trembles on drifted snow,
and gibbon shadow hangs from cold branches.

Only when this exquisite light dies away,
only then I turn my oars and start back.

When I came, it was such bright clear joy.
Now, it’s all these thoughts of you again.

translated by David Hinton

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