Huangshan

It was Huangshan -
he took himself there to rent a house,
a studio where he could paint at ease
among the pines.

He was a lonely boatman in his own mind
dropping anchor in Huangshan
was the best thing he ever did in his life -

good Beijing Tongzhou Songzhuang artist friend,
your artistic method was not mine.

He took my copy of the Journey West,
a great translation of that spiritual poetic book
that I should have kept in plain sight.

I wanted his Travels in Italy by Mary Shelley
and Byron was quite the lad,
they created Frankenstein one night.

Where will I be during the Spring Festival,
right by the Huai river
or climbing the Yellow Mountain, Huangshan?