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On the Gate Tower at Yueh-Yang

ISSUE:  Spring 1925

Long I had heard of Lake Tung-t’ing
And now at last I have climbed the tower.
Wu is to the east, and Chu to the south,
Heaven and earth are endlessly floating. . . .
But not a word has come from kin or friends,
I am old and sick and alone with my boat,
North of the wall are wars and mountains—
And here, by the rail, I can only cry.


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