Uploaded on July 14, 2011
The clouds have gathered, and gathered,
and the rain falls and falls,
the eight ply of the heavens
are all folded into one darkness,
and the wide, flat road stretches out. …
–Tao Yuan-ming (To-Em-Mei)
translated by Ezra Pound
The Giant Book of Poetry
edited by William H.Roetzheim
7.14.2023: Well, this poem seems especially appropriate this summer, when it has rained more days than the sun has shined. Even when there’s sun, it’s accompanied by high humidity. I don’t remember summers like this when I was young.