Parading

His gold chariots

And courtiers are gone. Only
And courtiers are gone. Only
And courtiers are gone. Only
A stone horse is left of his
A stone horse is left of his
Glory. I sit on the grass and
Glory. I sit on the grass and
Start a poem, but the pathos of
Start a poem, but the pathos of
It overcomes me. The future
It overcomes me. The future
Slips imperceptibly away.
Slips imperceptibly away.
Who can say what the years will bring? —Tu Fu, translated by Kenneth Rexroth
Who can say what the years will bring?
—Tu Fu, translated by Kenneth Rexroth

atoms

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *