At Sky’s-End Thinking of Li Po
by Tu FuIn these last outskirts of sky, cold
Winds rise. What are you thinking?
Will geese ever arrive, now autumn
Waters swamp rivers and lakes there?Art resents life fulfilled, and goblins
Dine on mountain travelers with glee:
Why not sink poems to that ill-used
Ghost in teh Mi-lo, talk things over?Teasing Tu Fu
by Li PoHere on the summit of Fan-k’o Mountain, it’s Tu Fu
under a midday sun sporting his huge farmer’s hat.How is it you’ve gotten so thin since we parted?
Must be all those poems you’ve been suffering over.
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As a boy, Spring brought with it a feeling of new life. Summer, a sense of glory. Fall, a sense of accomplishment and beauty and joy, mixed with a sense of foreboding and a longing of summer and spring past. Winter brought it all together as a mother gathering her children to her bosom.
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