Heaven’s-Gate Mountain by Li Po

Mountains set apart over the river,
two peaks face each other. Reflecting

chill colors of shoreline pine, waves
shatter apart into rock-torn bloom.

Heaven’s distance borders ragged, haze
beyond clear sky and flashed cloud,

the sun sinks, a boat far off leaving
as I turn my head, deep in azure mist.

translated by David Hinton

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