To the melody of "Sheng Sheng Man" <br /> <br />I pine and peak <br />And questless seek <br />Groping and moping to linger and languish <br />Anon to wander and wonder, glare, stare and start <br /> Flesh chill'd <br /> Ghost thrilled <br /> With grim dart <br />And keen canker of rankling anguish. <br /> <br />Sudden a gleam <br />Of fair weather felt <br />But fled as fast -- and the ice-cold season stays. <br />How hard to have these days <br />In rest or respite, peace or truce. <br />Sip upon sip of tasteless wine <br />Is of slight use <br />To counter or quell <br />The fierce lash of the evening blast. <br /> <br />The wild geese -- see -- <br />Fly overhead <br />Ah, there's the grief <br />That's chief -- grief beyond bearing, <br />Wild fowl far faring <br />In days of old you sped <br />Bearing my true love's tender thoughts to me. <br />Lo, how my lawn is rife with golden blooms <br />Of bunched chrysanthemums -- <br />Weary their heads they bow. <br />Who cares to pluck them now? <br />While I the casement keep <br />Lone, waiting, waiting for night <br /> And, as the shades fall <br />Upon broad leaves, sparse rain-drops drip. <br /> Ah, such a plight <br />Of grief -- grief unbearable, unthinkable.<br /><br />Li Ching Chao<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sorrow-7/
