Drifting

Drifting written by Wang Wei translated by A. S. Kline

Translation of A. S. Kline.

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Drifting September skies are clear to the distance Clearer still so far from human kind. A heron by the pool, a mountain cloud, Either of them makes the mind content. 5The faintest ripples still and evening’s here. The moon turns silver and I dream, Tonight leaning on a single oar, Drifting without thought of going home. xx