Kunlun Mountain Over the earth the greenblue monster Kunlun who has seen all spring color and passion of men. Three million dragons of white jade soar and freeze the whole sky with snow. When a summer sun heats the globe rivers flood and men turn into fish and turtles.

Liupan the Mountain of Six Circles Dazzling sky to the far cirrus clouds. I gaze at wild geese vanishing into the south. If we cannot reach the Long Wall we are not true men. On my fingers I count the twenty thousand li we have already marched. On the summit of Liupan the west wind lazily ripples our red banner. Today we have the long rope in our hands.

We want to be poets of our life first of all in the smallest most everyday matters.

Poets are shameless with their experiences: they exploit them.

The great poet draws his creations only from out of his own reality.

My soul is an entangled knot, upon a liquid vortex wrought by Intellect in the Unseen residing, and thine doth like a convict sit, with marline-spike untwisting it, only to find its knottiness abiding.