Author Burton Watson At the Yamagoe pass in Shiga I talked with a certain person by a rocky spring. When we parted, I wrote this: I dip with my hands but drops muddy the mountain spring before I've quenched my thirst ā still thirsty for your company, I must move on 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