Poem
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Jerry Friedman
Translated Text
River Snow
A thousand peaks with no bird flying over,
Myriad paths where human tracks are covered.
On the only boat an old, straw-cloaked man,
Alone, fishes the cold, snowy river.
Myriad paths where human tracks are covered.
On the only boat an old, straw-cloaked man,
Alone, fishes the cold, snowy river.
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