Thoughts In The Cold Poem by Han Yu

Thoughts In The Cold

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You are gone. The river is high at my door.
Cicadas are mute on dew-laden boughs.
This is a moment when thoughts enter deep.
I stand alone for a long while.
...The North Star is nearer to me now than spring,
And couriers from your southland never arrive
Yet I doubt my dream on the far horizon
That you have found another friend.

Monday, August 13, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: river,spring,star
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