Pu Suan Tzu


Su Tung-Po

A fragment moon hangs from the bare tung tree

The water clock runs out, all is still

Who sees the dim figure come and go alone

Misty, indistinct, the shadow of a lone wild goose?

Startled, she gets up, looks back

With longing no one sees

And will not settle on any of the cold branches

Along the chill and lonely beach.

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