Doldrums

[rejectomorph]

The heat threatens me with unaccustomed ennui, and I look about for something to drag my consciousness back to the surface. I usually go looking in poetry. I found this:


Gazing at the Sacred Peak

Tu Fu


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.


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