Magazine January 22, 2018, Issue

Poetry

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IMITATION FROM THE CHINESE

Ten thousand projects,

Bitter tasks set;

Five, ten, twenty . . .

The years fly.

No end to it.

And the heart tires

With no place to light;

So much remorse,

Barren regret.

No end to it.

The world hurries by

Blindly bent.

Why waste the heart

On cares, discontent?

No end to it.

Seek out instead

A landscape of quiet;

A cup of dark wine –

Song sweeter yet.

No end to it.

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IMITATION FROM THE CHINESE Ten thousand projects, Bitter tasks set; Five, ten, twenty . . . The years fly. No end to it. And the heart tires With no place to light; So much remorse, Barren regret. No end to ...

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