In the meantime, here is #36, At a Border Fortress:
AT A BORDER-FORTRESS
Cicadas complain of thin mulberry-trees
In the Eighth-month chill at the frontier pass.
Through the gate and back again, all along the road,
There is nothing anywhere but yellow reeds and grasses
And the bones of soldiers from You and from Bing
Who have buried their lives in the dusty sand.
...Let never a cavalier stir you to envy
With boasts of his horse and his horsemanship
2 comments:
I am enjoying looking at the poetry. Thanks for the posting.
The 300 Tang Dynasty poems are certainly beautiful.
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