Author Burton Watson Sound of the sixth-month rapids like a fierce rain; Hsiang-shan, upper floor north, Master Wen-ch'ang's room: late at night I get up, stand leaning on the railing, the roar of the water filling my ears, coolness full in my face. Tags Short Poems 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