I challenge what may come   Cui Hao PASSING THROUGH HUAYIN Lords of the capital, sharp, unearthly, The Great Flower’s three points pierce through heaven. Clouds are parting above the Temple of the Warring Emperor, Rain dries on the mountain, on the Giant’s Palm. Ranges and rivers are the strength of this western gate, Whence roads and trails lead downward into China. …O pilgrim of fame, O seeker of profit, Why not remain here and lengthen your days? Zu Yong LOOKING TOWARD AN INNER GATE OF THE GREAT WALL My heart sank when I headed north from Yan Country To the camps of China echoingRead More →