A light breeze rustles the reeds
Along the river banks. The
Into the night. Stars blossom
Over the vast desert of
Waters. Moonlight flows on the
Surging river. My poems have
Made me famous but I grow
Old, ill and tired, blown hither
And yon; I am like a gull
Lost between heaven and earth.
Du Fu [Tu Fu] (712 - 770) China
Translated by Kenneth Rexroth
Source: Ocean of Poetry
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