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Ezra Pound - Leave-Taking Near Shoku
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They say the roads of Sanso are steep,
Sheer as the mountains.
The walls rise in a man`s face,
Clouds grow out of the hill
at his horse`s bridle.
Sweet trees are on the paved way of the Shin,
Their trunks burst through the paving,
And freshets are bursting their ice
in the midst of Shoku, a proud city.
Men`s fates are already set,
There is no need of asking diviners.
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