Phoenixes that play here once, so that the place was named for them, <br />Have abandoned it now to this desolated river; <br />The paths of Wu Palace are crooked with weeds; <br />The garments of Chin are ancient dust. <br />...Like this green horizon halving the Three Peaks, <br />Like this Island of White Egrets dividing the river, <br />A cloud has risen between the Light of Heaven and me, <br />To hide his city from my melancholy heart.<br /><br />Li Po<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-climbing-in-nan-king-to-the-terrace-of-phoeni/
