dedalus Posted May 28, 2011 Share Posted May 28, 2011 (edited) As a young man listening to the girls in a tower, I heard the sound of the rain, while the red candle burnt dim in the damp air. In middle age, travelling by boat on a river, I listened to the rain falling, falling: the river was wide and clouds drifted above. I heard the solitary cry of a teal borne on the west wind. And now in a cloister cell I hear the rain again. My hair is grey and sparse: sadness and happiness, separation and reunion, all seem one, they move me no more. Let the rain come falling, falling on deserted pavements until the day dawns. -- Jung Jeh, 10th century Edited May 30, 2011 by dedalus Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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