Wednesday, April 13, 2011

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 them hairpins any more.
                                                                                    TU FU (c.750)

1 comment:

  1. I love this, Svala. Thank you for sharing it with us.