They Say You're Staying in a Mountain Temple
My younger brother Feng is alone in the region east of the Yangtze and for three or four years I have had no word from him; I am looking for someone to take him these two poems
They say you're staying in a mountain temple,
In Hangzhou — or is it Yuezhou?
In the wind and grime of war, how long since we parted!
At Jianghan, bright autumns waste away.
While my shadow rests by monkey-loud trees,
my soul whirls off to where shell-born towers rise
Next year on floods of spring I'll go downriver,
to the white clouds at the end of the east I'll look for you!
They say you're staying in a mountain temple,
In Hangzhou — or is it Yuezhou?
In the wind and grime of war, how long since we parted!
At Jianghan, bright autumns waste away.
While my shadow rests by monkey-loud trees,
my soul whirls off to where shell-born towers rise
Next year on floods of spring I'll go downriver,
to the white clouds at the end of the east I'll look for you!
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