--Du Fu (trans. Wong May)A cool wind arises from one end of the sky.My friend, I cannot vouch for your intent.Migratory birds arrive & partDo we hold them to their schedule?How full of water are the lakes & riversIn Autumn!
Good writingResents happy circumstances.Good writers are rarely spared.The demons of this worldTheir gargoyle facesAre made gladWhenever men of talent hobble.
One ought to have a chatWith poets of the landPurported to haveDrowned.The wronged soulsWhether freezing water is their element.
But for the likes of oneWe won't see again,Fish, fiends, & friends
I throw this poem
Into the Miluo River.
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