Tossing it up under the clouds.
And all this comes to an end.
And is not again to be met with.
I went up to the court for examination,
Tried Yō Yū's luck, offered the Chōyō song,
And got no promotion,
and went back to the East Mountains
And once again, later, we met at the South bridge-head.
And then the crowd broke up, you went north to San palace,
And if you ask how I regret that parting:
It is like the flowers falling at Spring's end
Confused, whirled in a tangle.
What is the use of talking, and there is no end of talking,
There is no end of things in the heart.
I call in the boy,
Have him sit on his knees here
To seal this,
And send it a thousand miles, thinking.
By Rihaku (Li T'ai Po)
Blue mountains to the north of the walls,
White river winding about them;
Here we must make separation
And go out through a thousand miles of dead grass,
Mind like a floating wide cloud,
Sunset like the parting of old acquaintances
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Publication information: Book title: Selected Poems. Contributors: Ezra Pound - Author. Publisher: New Directions. Place of publication: New York. Publication year: 1957. Page number: 59.
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