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