| #2. To my teacher |
| Published: 2024-06-10 [Mon] 12:35, by |
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An old grave hidden away at the foot of a deserted hill, Overrun with rank weeks growing unchecked year after year; There is no one left to tend the tomb, And only an occasional woodcutter passes by. Once I was his pupil, a youth with shaggy hair, Learning deeply from him by the Narrow River. One morning I set off on my solitary journey And the years passed between us in silence. Now I have returned to find him at rest here; How can I honor his departed spirit? I pour a dipper of pure water over his tombstone And offer a silent prayer. The sun suddenly disappears behind the hill And I'm enveloped by the roar of the wind in the pines. I try to pull myself away but cannot; A flood of tears soaks my sleeves. |
| #1. Poetry thread |
| Published: 2024-06-10 [Mon] 12:33, by |
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