Visiting The Absent Hermit Poem by Jia Dao

Visiting The Absent Hermit

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Beneath the pine-trees, I ask of a lad I see.
Away is the master gathering herbs, says he,
Up in this mountain, but where? I cannot tell,
For there the clouds are deep and dense as be.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: clouds
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