"Will He encasket darkness, and enshrine
The foul things of the earth in amber salts,
Conserves of sulphurous fire and flaming smoke?"
--J Stanyan Bigg
"The birds have vanished down the sky.
Now the last cloud drains away.
We sit together, the mountain and me,
until only the mountain remains."
—Li Bai (Li Po) 701–762 (tr. Sam Hamill) via @fedeitaliano76
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