cold mountain (20)

The moon only waxes until the fifteenth. The days only lengthen until June. On the ridge behind the feathered stand of bamboo, a hermit sings his own praises in a eunuch’s falsetto.

 

 

 

 

Instagram is instantly addictive. The above was taken with an iPhone and an Instagram filter. For the English of the poem, see p. 49 here.

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