Dingo the Dissident

THE BLOG OF DISQUIET : Qweir Notions, an uncommonplace-book from the Armpit of Diogenes, binge-thinker jottings since 2008 .

Wednesday, 26 May 2010

after Li-Po (8th century)

The birds have melted
into mist
and mist has turned to rain.
I'm sitting on a mountain-top.
The mountain will remain.

1 comment:

Wofl said...

This poem is an allegory about transitory existence and man's stupid pride.

May 26, 2010

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