THOUGHTS FROM A THOUSAND LI
Florence Wheelock Ayscough translation
BY LI T'AI-PO
Li Ling is buried in the sands of Hu. Su Wu has returned to the homes of Han. Far, far, the Five Spring Pass, Sorrowful to see the flower-like snow. He is gone, separated, by a distant country, But his thoughts return, Long sighing in grief. Toward the Northwest Wild geese are flying. If I sent a letter—so—to the edge of Heaven.