Poem-A-Day: Li Po, In the Mountains on a Summer Day

I am in the Mountains; it is a summer day (fortunately less oppressive than previous ones). I subscribed for National Poetry Month to blog but mostly just read them for myself and forgot to share. My bad. Posting a poem a day or when I don't have another subject or announcements to post (trying to get away from that though) certainly would take care of daily poetry blogging.

	July 24, 2011 Today's poem appears in More Translations From The Chinese, published by Alfred A. Knopf. More from this author Related Poems A Boy and His Dad by Edgar Guest A Green Crab's Shell by Mark Doty A Lesson for This Sunday by Derek Walcott A Path Between Houses by Greg Rappleye Academy of American Poets 75 Maiden Lane Suite 901 New York, NY 10038 212-274-0343 academy@poets.org		In the Mountains on a Summer Day by Li Po translated by Arthur Waley Gently I stir a white feather fan, With open shirt sitting in a green wood. I take off my cap and hang it on a jutting stone; A wind from the pine-trees trickles on my bare head.