They say the roads of Sanso are steep, Sheer as the mountains. The walls rise in a man's face, Clouds grow out of the hill at his horse's bridle. Sweet trees are on the paved way of the Shin, Their trunks burst through the paving, And freshets are bursting their ice in the midst of Shoku, a proud city. Men's fates are already set, There is no need of asking diviners. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD MAN OF VERONA by CLAUDIAN THE HILL WIFE: THE SMILE by ROBERT FROST SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: PETIT THE POET by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WITH COLORS GAY by HOWARD S. ABBOTT THE DOOMED MAN by JOSEPH ADDISON ALEXANDER |