All that wandering,
in the Yangtze valley,
on the southern lakes -
surely he knew that the goal -
the northern plains of the Yellow River
where, looted, the capitals changed owners -
he wrote in his poems,
was not the true goal to reach,
but an ideal, a dream
in which to garb
the restless travelling
on the southern waters,
the life of an exile
he had come to accept?
That here was his
real home, the currents
of man and nature,
on water and soil,
tumbling towards
that final voyage
up the Xiang.
08.02.2021
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