Words raise up mountains
Streaming out ribbons of verse.
The mountains are high.
Their pressure immense,
But the smallest streams
Carve and carve away.
The canyons are long.
A thousand poems and essays,
A thousand works of art
Make up only a small part.
Only a racing painter,
A blinding poet,
A serenely arrogant,
Confident-gestured
Calligrapher can keep up,
Catch at the grandeur,
Capture the whole sweep,
Get to the bottom of this.
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