Tu Fu

Loneliness A hawk hovers in the air. Two white gulls float on the stream. Soaring with the wind, it is easy To drop and seize Birds who foolishly drift with the current. Where the dew sparkles in the grass, The spider’s web waits for its prey. The processes of nature resemble the business of men. … Continue reading “Tu Fu”

Loneliness

A hawk hovers in the air.
Two white gulls float on the stream.
Soaring with the wind, it is easy
To drop and seize
Birds who foolishly drift with the current.
Where the dew sparkles in the grass,
The spider’s web waits for its prey.
The processes of nature resemble the business of men.
I stand alone with ten thousand sorrows.

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