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Saturday, September 19, 2020

Autumn Comes Anew, a poem sent to Magistrate Lu


The ancients studied the past
Hoping to gain perspective
And moderate their passions
To sit beside smoke and fire
Controlling their breath
So my good friend as you look
Upon the clear autumn scene
Up to the empty sky's origin
Where mountains loom as guests
Make no complaint at all and
 Still the sound of string and bow
Only behold the sunset and
The cicadas' rising call 
In the blue green clouds of twilight
Yearning to be reborn

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