A Poem For Today - So hard to reunite, so hard to part

[kdick...@aol.com]

So hard to reunite, so hard to part

as the east wind slackens and the flowers all wither.

A spring silkworm spits silk till the moment it dies.

A candle weeps till it's a charred nub.

In the morning mirror I worry my hair is changing color;

at night when chanting poems I feel cold moonlight.

It is not far from here to the Island of Fairies.

Bluebird please help me find my way.

Li Shangyn

813-858

[David Glick]

Wonderfull wonderful wonderful. I am moved by the lines about the silkworm and the candle.

Thanks, Ken.

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