Flocks of birds have flown high and away;
A solitary drift of cloud, too, has gone, wandering on.
And I sit alone with the Ching-ting Peak, towering beyond.
We never grow tired of each other, the mountain and I.
this poem made me smile. the first two lines set me up to expect an expression of loneliness. but then in the last two lines- a surprise! it makes me think of times when company leaves and our attention is free in the quiet to pleasurably take in what surrounds us. -glen kappy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Gay give up comit deathpacito or comit neck rope or comit no air