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.
(Tu Fu)
More Poetry from Tu Fu:
- On Seeing a Pupil of Kung-sun Dance the Chien-ch`i (Tu Fu Poems)
- Spring Night in the Imperial Chancellery (Tu Fu Poem)
- Thoughts of Li Po from the World's End (Tu Fu Poems)
- To the Recluse, Wei Pa (Tu Fu Poem)
- Overnight at the Riverside Tower (Tu Fu Poem)
- Rain (Tu Fu Poem)