The Well of the King of Wu

They say that once it mirrored palace ladies,
their jade-white hands tugging the rope—
flowers decked with dew!
Today, the mountain is deserted:
a monk draws water alone,
one jarful, cold, for flowers to offer Buddha.
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Kao Ch'i
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