WEARY
NIGHT
The bamboos creak with cold
I lie awake
the moon above the plain
fills one side of my garden
what makes this heavy dew?
countless tiny drops
scattered stars
come and go without warning
fireflies signal
back and forth in the dark
birds roosting near the creek
call softly to each other
ten thousand instances of war!
lost in it, awed by it
I sit up looking out
as the clear night wheels past.
--Tu Fu
translated by David Young
Copyright c 1990 by Oberlin College. May not be
reproduced without permission.
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