Jia Dao


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Seeking But Not Finding The Recluse

Under pines
I ask the boy;
he says: 'My master's gone
to gather herbs.
I only know
he's on this mountain,

but the clouds are too deep
to know where.'

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For Mr. Ling Hu

With hiking stick
he makes good time in the mountains;
asks everyone he meets,
how far is it to Zizhou.

But the Yangzi's
in fact too far by foot;

and the travelers,
feeling for him, all feel for him.

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