Nature
The South
Translated by Arthur Waley (1919) · From More Translations from the Chinese (1919)
Nature
In the southern land many birds sing;
Of towns and cities half are unwalled.
The country markets are thronged by wild tribes;
The mountain-villages bear river-names.
Poisonous mists rise from the damp sands;
Strange fires gleam through the night-rain.
And none passes but the lonely fisher of pearls.
Year by year on his way to the South Sea.
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Chien, Wang. “The South.” Translated by Arthur Waley. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/wang-chien/1/.
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Chien, Wang. “The South.” Translated by Arthur Waley. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/wang-chien/1/.
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