Just Fiddlefarting Around
Poems. Pictures. Other nondescript stuff.
Tuesday, June 3, 2014
Tu Fu: Standing Alone
Empty skies. And beyond, one hawk.
Between river banks, two white gulls
Drift and flutter. Fit for an easy kill,
To and fro, they follow contentment.
Dew shrouds grasses. Spiderwebs are still
Not gathered in. The purpose driving
Heaven become human now, I stand where
Uncounted sorrows begin beginning alone.
--Tu Fu, trans. David Hinton
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