UNDER THE SUN

Blasphemous sunrise, sunset unlike a poison strictly in cannot get back

In again by the other way. This is the freedom of ghosts he thinks, Zhou;

He, Zhou, has it thus. In the clearing at night, and this to be continued  

Forward, the silent dawn threatens. Birds and wickedness breathe in

The interior of the wood: meanwhile roosting crows perch in the

Withered trees. Under the sun he dozes and wonders; mounts when 

The rays of the setting sun tinge the forest green with flames and  

Riding westward for night he meets again after a long separation, Zhou,

His friend and: how strange this one thinks, the fish across a sunset 

Leaping yellow gold and blue; rosy air cold green journeying through

Jade; with his medical pill ointment powder, and the infinitely sweet

Evening light settling in the west against the wild wind with which  

He journeys into the lovely dark just as, temporarily lying low,

A journeyman will go and dream of the leagues travelled.