Friday Poem (0411)


Catching the Ox

Last desperate effort, got him!
Hard to control, powerful and wild,
The ox sprints up a hill and at the top.
Disappears into the misty clouds.

K’uo-an (trans. Stanley Lombardo)

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2 thoughts on “Friday Poem (0411)

  1. Yup, this is the fourth of the Ox herding poems. Previous of the series are here. The rest are in the future.

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