Tu Fu

(712-770 / Gong County / China)

Gazing At The Sacred Peak - Poem by Tu Fu

For all this, what is the mountain god like?
An unending green of lands north and south:
From ethereal beauty Creation distills
There, yin and yang split dusk and dawn.

Swelling clouds sweep by. Returning birds
Ruin my eyes vanishing. One day soon,
At the summit, the other mountains will be
Small enough to hold, all in a single glance.


Comments about Gazing At The Sacred Peak by Tu Fu

  • Gold Star - 8,703 Points Savita Tyagi (4/2/2013 3:53:00 PM)

    Lovely poem in its simplicity. A longing for nature's wonders, to reach the unreachable is in hearts of us from time eternal. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Alana Zisca Hosein (5/27/2006 1:39:00 PM)

    I suppose the human spirit is such that we all long to hold mountains in our hands and conquer the great, conquer the mountains in our lives... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 26, 2001



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