Author Burton Watson Lamp by the yellow chrysanthemums, close onto midnight; tomorrow morning you set off to tread the Shinshu clouds. Our one pot of wine gone, but stay a little longer ā in this sickness near to death, must I say goodbye to you? Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments