Autumn Meditations, 4, Du Fu

One hears, it’s said, Chang’an is a game of chess A century of events beyond sorrow Where princely palaces have new owners and Civilian and military clothes have changed from the past To the north of the mountain pass, gongs and drums sound In the western campaign, wagons and horses and feathered dispatches are slowed…

Spring Thoughts – Li Bai

Draft – simple thought, tough poem to tackle, let me come back and get it right. Spring Thoughts In Yan, like blue silk threads, the grass grows In Qin, it is said, mulberry leaves of emerald green hang low Somewhere, a husband dreams of returning homeTo his heartbroken wife whoFeels the spring breeze strangeAs it…