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Twenty five Chinese poems - Winter - A Rough Sea
Identifier
012704
Type of Spiritual Experience
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A description of the experience
A ROUGH SEA
Dangerous cliffs to the northward would
seem to be shattered asunder,
Yet from the cruel, tremendous hand of
the wave they emerge.
Westward and southward are only the
great green hollows of thunder,
Range upon range of the mountainous
billowing mass of the surge.
Hither and thither the gulls, a-wing in
the spray and the sleet,
Scatter the tops- of the waves with foam-
wet, hovering feet.
Only a few poor sampans that hardly the
fisher relies on
Sink in the wash of the wave or are
flung to the sky on the crest.
Somewhere away to the eastward, afar on
the hidden horizon,
Slumbers the beautiful haven, Formosa
the Island of Rest.