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The Autumn Hills
Wang Wei


The autumn hills hoard scarlet from the setting sun.
Flying birds chase their mates,
Now and then patches of blue sky break clear --
Tonight the evening mists find nowhere to gather.

This poem is in the public domain.




Wang Wei (698–759) was a Chinese poet, musician, and painter. Both his paintings and his poems focused largely on nature; Wei is considered the founder of Southern Chinese landscape art. Sadly, none of Wei’s original paintings are known to have survived, but more than 400 of his poems are preserved in anthologies and collections.



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Wonderful. Oh, that I could put it all together like this. I would welcome the mist.
Posted 10/18/2014 08:50 AM
Poets of the world unite! Wouldn't it be a lovely idea to have a poetic parliament instead of a political one! Hey-ho! Pity we can't resurrect Wang Wei!
Posted 10/18/2014 01:04 AM
Ross Kightly:
Never any need to apologise for another poem about my favourite season, Jayne. Especially if it is by the wonderful Wang Wei! Thank you for this, and the reminder that if it is raining visibility may still be 'fair to good'!!
Posted 10/17/2014 11:49 PM

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