Three-Mountain Pass Poem by Ho Xuan Huong
Three-Mountain Pass
A cliff face. Another. And still a third.
Who was so skilled to carve this craggy scene:
the cavern's red door, the ridge's narrow cleft,
the black knoll bearded with little mosses?
A twisting pine bough plunges in the wind,
showering a willow's leaves with glistening drops.
Gentlemen, lords, who could refuse, though weary
and shaky in his knees, to mount once more?
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8/11/2026 3:32:46 PM # rel_20260806T081513Z_580e7f4
That was amazing; love the imagery...