In Exile

Li Po wrote the following verse after his banishment from the Chinese Capital in 757:

Homeless, exiled, I climb Sin-Ping tower.
It is late on in the dying year,
The sun is declining in the sky
And the dark river runs gloomy and slow.

A cloud moves across the forests on the mountain;
Wild geese fly off down the river.
Up here I can see for ten thousand miles,
But I do not see the end of my sorrows.

— Li Po, Collected Poems, 1986, tr. John Simpson

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