A Forsaken Garden Poem by Po Chu-I

A Forsaken Garden



I enter the court

Through the middle gate—

And my sleeve is wet with tears.



The flowers still grow

In the courtyard,

Though two springs have fled

Since last their master came.



The windows, porch, and bamboo screen

Are just as they always were,

But at the entrance to the house

Someone is missing—

You!

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Po Chu-I

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