Crab Quill Press—Artist Books > Qingcheng Mountain #4


Tune pattern: Que qiao xian


A little cold

After last night's pouring rain.

Alone I climb

A high peak and stand motionless.

Light clouds do not know

How to change into dragons or snakes,

But only to condense into pearls

That decorate my hair.


Myriad winding valleys,

The whole sky a distant blue.

No correspondence:

In vain I look for a pair of wings.

The gnarled tree after a thousand years

Must understand the affairs

Of nature and of men.