A Traveler at Night Writes His Thoughts
by Tu Fu (tr. Watson)
Delicate grasses, faint wind on the bank;
stark mast, a lone night boat:
stars hang down, over broad fields sweeping;
the moon boils up, on the great river flowing.
Fame--how can my writings win me that?
Office--age and sickness have brought it to an end.
Fluttering, fluttering--where is my likeness?
Sky and earth and one sandy gull.
by Tu Fu (tr. Watson)
Delicate grasses, faint wind on the bank;
stark mast, a lone night boat:
stars hang down, over broad fields sweeping;
the moon boils up, on the great river flowing.
Fame--how can my writings win me that?
Office--age and sickness have brought it to an end.
Fluttering, fluttering--where is my likeness?
Sky and earth and one sandy gull.
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