Tu Fu.

 New Directions: 1989. First edition. Hardcover in a dust jacket. Near fine.

"It’s bone-bitter cold, and late, and falling frost traces my gaze all bottomless skies.

Smoke trails out over distant salt mines. Snow-covered peaks slant shadows east.

Armies haunt my homeland still, and war drums throb in this far-off place. A guest

overnight here in this river city, I return again to shrieking crows, my old friends."