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Summer In The Mountains

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-tree trickles on my bare head.

Li T'ai-po
tr. Waley

(C) Li Po
04/10/2015


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