Bai Juyi

(772–846 / Taiyuan, Shanxi)

Grasses - Poem by Bai Juyi

Boundless grasses over the plain
Come and go with every season;
Wildfire never quite consumes them --
They are tall once more in the spring wind.
Sweet they press on the old high- road
And reach the crumbling city-gate....
O Prince of Friends, you are gone again....
I hear them sighing after you.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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