Classic Poem

WANG : The tall bamboos
soar to the sky
and their tops bend.
The deep blue
in the slight movement of the waves
trembles
I walk along
the unfamiliar Shang hill-roads
Which even the woodman
does not know.

PEI : In the white moonlight the stream
winds its way
and disappears from sight
The green of the bamboos
grows denser,
and then spills over.
Without pause
I push on along the mountain road;
I walk and sing,
my eyes on the familiar summits.