-from AUTUMN THOUGHTSlonely bones can’t sleep nightsthe singing insects keep calling themcalling themand the old have no tears when they sobautumn weeps dewdropsstrength failing all at onceas if cut loose with ravages everywherelike weaving unraveledI touch thread-endsno new feelingsmemories crowding thickening sorrowhow could I bear southbound sailsto wander rivers and mountains of the pastMENG CHIAO 751-814 CE
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