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At the Sky's End, Thinking of Li Po (Tu Fu)

Cold winds   rise from the edge of heaven
True Gentleman   how fares your thought
wild geese   what hour is your arrival
river and lake   swell with autumn waters
literature   is adverse to good fortune
marsh trolls   relish the passerby
you ought to share   a word with the slandered spirit
hurl a poem   to him in the Mi-lo River

(Translator: Victor Mair)

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