Night Thoughts While Traveling


Bobbie Krinsky

Thin grass bends  on the breezy shore,
and the tall mast seems lonely in my boat.

Stars wide low across the wide plain,
and the moon is tossed by the Yangtze.

What is fame and literary status?
The old and infirm should leave office.

Adrift, drifting: what is left for the lonely gull
adrift between earth and heaven?

Tu Fu

Published in: Uncategorized on November 3, 2009 at 3:10 pm  Leave a Comment  

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