Jade frost bites the maple trees <br />and Wu Mountain and Wu Gorge breathe out dark fear <br /> <br />as river waves rise up to the sky <br />and dark wind-clouds touch ground by a frontier fortress. <br /> <br />The chrysanthemums have twice bloomed tears of other days, <br />When I moor my lonely boat my heart longs for my old garden. <br /> <br />The need for winter clothes hurries scissors and bamboo rulers. <br />White Emperor City looms over the rushed sound of clothes beaten at dusk.<br /><br />Du Fu<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-autumn-thoughts-poem-1/
