Poems In Depression, At Wei Village Poem by Bai Juyi
Poems In Depression, At Wei Village
I hug my pillow and do not speak a word;
In my empty room no sound stirs.
Who knows that, all day a-bed,
I am not ill and am not even asleep?
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Turned to jade are the boy's rosy cheeks;
To his sick temples the frost of winter clings....
Do not wonder that my body sinks to decay;
Though my limbs are old, my heart is older yet.
In his early 50's, the death of his baby son; followed by the death of his wife_captured in brevity
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4/16/2024 12:02:38 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Do not wonder that my body sinks to decay; Though my limbs are old, my heart is older yet. very goog poem. tony