Poems of Meng Jiao
Over the Watershed
(Written on East Ridge)
Strong mountain wears down my horse as
He makes his way through these rocky teeth.
Of ten paces, nine need my urging.
No way back on either side.
Mountain river changes with the rain,
Its mists obscuring the overhanging cliff.
Traveler's clothes float in this autumn wind
That scatters all these purple flowers.
Daylight gives me up for dead
As this long trail suddenly ends.
Mang Jiao may be having one of those wilderness moments where the trail you are on ends up going nowhere. It just dies out. The penultimate line makes me think this is the case. This poem may go with the next one which makes it even more interesting. I'll talk about that there.