Treasure Island

Li Ching Chao

(1084 - 1151)

Autumn Love


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?

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

What do you think this poem is about?



Read poems about / on: sorrow, pain, rain, peace, autumn, wind, alone, tree, friend

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (Autumn Love by Li Ching Chao )

Enter the verification code :

  • * 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

Read all 2 comments »
[Hata Bildir]