October 15th, 2019

Your residence, Meng,
Overlooks the river;
But you do not eat
The fish in it.
Your robe is common,
Sewn of coarse cloth;
Silk books alone
Fill your bamboo shelves.

The solitary bird
Loves the wood;
Your heart also
Not of the world.
Your plan to row away
In a lone boat, and
Build another hut—
In which mountains?

Chia Tao