Nien nu chiao

The Ynagtze flows east
Washing away
A thousand ages of great men
West of the ramparts –
People say –
Are the fables Red Cliffs of young Chou of the Three Kingdoms
Rebellious rocks pierce the sky
Frightening waves rip the bank
The backwash churns vast snowy swells –
River and mountains like a painting
how many heroes passed them, once …
Think back to those […]

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