Saturday, October 23, 2010

A spring view

Though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure;
And spring comes green again to trees and grasses
Where petals have been shed like tears
And lonely birds have sung their grief.
After the war-fires of three months,
One message from home is worth a ton of gold.

I stroke my white hair. It has grown too thin
To hold the hairpins any more.

-Tu Fu (c.750). (trans. Witter Bynner)

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