Wednesday, February 22, 2012

In the Mountains on a Summer Day - by Li Po 


Gently I stir a white feather fan,
With open shirt sitting in a green wood.
I take off my cap and hang it on a jutting stone;
A wind from the pine-trees trickles on my bare head.





translated by Arthur Waley
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