Stars and Moon on the River

The autumn night is clear,

after the thunderstorm.

The river which was boisterous

an hour ago, is now as

peaceful as a sleeping child.

The Milky Way is like snow.

The stars glisten like ice

against the stark black sky.

The moon glows like a monkey’s nose.

I’ve looked at it a thousand times.

Why do I write this?

When I’m dead, it will still

be here for all to see.

No one will ever think of me.

Does that make me sad–

Or is that as it should be?


– after Tu Fu

George Freek, USA

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