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Posted by on Jul 20, 2007

A poem by Wang Wei

BOUND HOME TO MOUNT SONG

The limpid river, past its bushes
Running slowly as my chariot,
Becomes a fellow voyager
Returning home with the evening birds.
A ruined city-wall overtops an old ferry,
Autumn sunset floods the peaks. …
Far away, beside Mount Song,
I shall close my door and be at peace.

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