Beside Mirror Terrace on Yellow Mountain River by Ch’oe Ch’iwon

The river winds through mist shrouded peaks,
houses and mountains face to face in the water.
A solitary boat takes the full breeze, whither is it bound?
Look! A bird flies off and vanishes without a trace.

translated by Kevin O’Rourke

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