Classic Poem

WANG : Gusts of wind
in the autumn rain;
The water falls headlong,
it spills from the rocks in torrents
The waves leap capriciously
one on the other in flight;
The startled white heron
comes down to earth again.

PEI : The voice of the stream
resounds to the farthest bay
I walk along the shore
toward the southern ford.
Here and there on the water
ducks and egrets glide,
Always they return, impelled
to the proximity of men.