Li Bai


On Hearing Jun The Buddhist Monk From Shu Play His Lute - Poem by Li Bai

The monk from Shu with his green silk lute-case,
Walking west down Omei Mountain,
Has brought me by one touch of the strings
The breath of pines in a thousand valleys.
I hear him in the cleansing brook,
I hear him in the icy bells;
And I feel no change though the mountain darken
And cloudy autumn heaps the sky.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 13, 2012



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