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)