Viewing Mountains with His Reverence Hao Ch’u To My Friends and Relatives in the Capital by Liu Tsung-yüan

The coastal mountains are as sharp as swords;
When autumn comes each cleaves my sore heart.
If my body could be dissolved into a thousand selves,
I’d have them scattered on the highest peaks to gaze homeward.

translated by Jan W. Walls

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