Ching-t’ing Mountain, Sitting Alone by Li Po

The birds have all vaniahed into deep
skies. The last cloud drifts away, aimless.

Inexhaustible, Ching-t’ing Mountain and I
gaze at each other, it alone remaining.

translated by David Hinton

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