Black Clouds — Spilled Ink

Black clouds — spilled ink half blotting out the hills;
pale rain — bouncing beads that splatter in the boat.
Land-rolling wind comes, blasts and scatters them:
below Lake Watch Tower, water like sky.
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Su Tung-p'o
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