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The two scholars with their oarsman
have anchored under the Red Cliff s.
A little moon lights up the water
from a great distance, the water
is rippling, the cliff s lean
among themselves. The scholars wait.
Eight hundred years before them
Su Tung-p'o, coming here with friends,
wrote of the cliff s, the
little moon so distant, the lit water.
The scholars wait -- for the way to be in
the presence of the moon, and water, and cliff s,
in that full understanding
possessed by Su Tung-p'o.