--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 & part
Do we hold them to their schedule?
How full of water are the lakes & rivers
In Autumn!
Good writing
Resents happy circumstances.
Good writers are rarely spared.
The demons of this world
Their gargoyle faces
Are made glad
Whenever men of talent hobble.
One ought to have a chat
With poets of the land
Purported to have
Drowned.
The wronged souls
Whether freezing water is their element.
But for the likes of one
We won't see again,
Fish, fiends, & friends
I throw this poem
Into the Miluo River.
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