JOST A MON

The idle ramblings of a Jack of some trades, Master of none

To Zi’an, Look out from the Riverside in Sadness

Myriads of maple leaves 
upon myriads of maple leaves 
silhouetted against the bridge, 
a few sails return late in the dusk.

 How do I miss you? 

 My thoughts run like 
the water in the West River, 
flowing eastward, never-ending, 
day and night

Yu Xuanji (844?-871?), Tang dynasty poet and courtesan

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