Lone Wild Goose Poem by Du Fu
Lone Wild Goose
Alone, the wild goose refuses food and drink,
his calls searching for the flock.
Who feels compassion for that single shadow
vanishing in a thousand distant clouds?
You watch, even as it flies from sight,
its plaintive calls cutting through you.
The noisy crows ignore it:
the bickering, squabbling multitudes.
Goose? Yes, but I also see the orphans, the abandoned, the street kids... Well written poem.
Alone, the wild goose refuses food and drink, his calls searching for the flock.
Caught between compassion for the lost goose and disdain of the crowd.
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10/8/2024 10:37:03 AM # 1.0.0
squabbling multitudes! Thanks for sharing.