Author Arthur Waley High mountains and The sea indeed, ā (The one) goes on being a mountain (Always) just as solid: (The other) goes on being the sea And will never be anything else. But man Is a flower-like thing Man of this fleeting world. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments