Li Ching Chao

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Autumn Love - Poem by Li Ching Chao

Search. Search. Seek. Seek.
Cold. Cold. Clear. Clear.
Sorrow. Sorrow. Pain. Pain.
Hot flashes. Sudden chills.
Stabbing pains. Slow agonies.
I can find no peace.
I drink two cups, then three bowls,
Of clear wine until I can’t
Stand up against a gust of wind.
Wild geese fly over head.
They wrench my heart.
They were our friends in the old days.
Gold chrysanthemums litter
The ground, pile up, faded, dead.
This season I could not bear
To pick them. All alone,
Motionless at my window,
I watch the gathering shadows.
Fine rain sifts through the wu-t’ung trees,
And drips, drop by drop, through the dusk.
What can I ever do now?
How can I drive off this word —
Hopelessness?


Comments about Autumn Love by Li Ching Chao

  • Bronze Star - 2,355 Points Melikhaya Zagagana (11/8/2014 3:24:00 AM)

    By expression of it, you have already rid it off you must just continue living. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 23,139 Points * Sunprincess * (5/30/2014 8:53:00 PM)

    ...........read an article recently which said people who felt life was hopeless, had a much shorter lifespan....so you must drive away hopelessness..... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Pha Thanh Gian (4/29/2005 8:36:00 AM)

    I'm convinced... sadness is the mother poetry! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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