BY LI T'AI-PO
I take leave of my dear old friend at the Yellow Crane Tower.
In the flower-smelling mist of the Third Month he will arrive at Yang Chou.
The single sail is shining far off ā it is extinguished in the jade-coloured distance,
I see only the long river flowing to the edge of Heaven.
I take leave of my dear old friend at the Yellow Crane Tower.
In the flower-smelling mist of the Third Month he will arrive at Yang Chou.
The single sail is shining far off ā it is extinguished in the jade-coloured distance,
I see only the long river flowing to the edge of Heaven.