Author Jonathan Chaves Forty li through Chü-yung Pass, twisting ridges, doubled peaks: we wind in and out. Beside the road, stone-cut inscriptions no one can read: all of them are from the former dynasty, written in Mongolian! Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments