Envoy In Autumn
Here are the doleful rains, And one would say the sky is weeping The death of the tolerable weather. Tedium cloaks the wit like a veil of clouds And we sit down indoors. Now is the time for poetry coloured with summer. Let it fall on the white paper As ripe flowers fall from a perfect tree. I will dip down my lips into my cup Each time I wet my brush. And keep my thoughts from wandering as smoke wanders, For time escapes away from you and me Quicker than birds. From the Chinese of Tu Fu (712-770).
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