Monday, January 18, 2010

Tu Fu


DAY'S END
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Oxen and sheep were brought back down
Long ago, and bramble gates closed. Over
Mountains and rivers, far from my old garden,
A windswept moon rises into clear night.
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Springs trickle down dark cliffs, and autumn
Dew fills ridge line grasses. My hair seems
Whiter in lamplight. the flame flickers
Good fortune over and over - and for what?

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