On Saying Goodbye
Trying to catch up with the hills rolling
beneath my feet I’m lost to your light
then at the mountain’s top you are waiting for me
unmoved by the ruckus and dust below
in this valley I’ll hear a bird, catch my breath
then keep running west til the Star River
laps at my feet–who would not climb mountain
after mountain to keep saying goodbye to you?
Translations from the English 
Beautiful, Jeff.
Breathtaking ending, Jeff.
Thank you Emily. If we’re lucky enough we have a friend who we can feel like this about. In a way this is a companion piece to the Po Chu-i translation, since that poem is also about saying goodbye. Both poems deal with the illusion of permanence on people, landscapes, etc., and how that illusion/delusion also applies to goodbyes as well.
This is lovely, Jeff.
Excellent, Jeff.