A Chinese Poet
A C HINESE P OET
T O-DAY the lightest breeze
Takes tribute from the trees.
Golden leaves flutter down,
Crimson leaves, purple, brown,
On the tide, past the town ...
Down!
I walk along the shore,
Like many gone before,
And sadly ask, What matters it,
One leaf, or life, more?
T O-DAY the lightest breeze
Takes tribute from the trees.
Golden leaves flutter down,
Crimson leaves, purple, brown,
On the tide, past the town ...
Down!
I walk along the shore,
Like many gone before,
And sadly ask, What matters it,
One leaf, or life, more?
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