A magisterial rock windswept and pure <br />and a few bamboo so lavish and green: <br /> <br />facing me, they seem full of sincerity. <br />I gaze into them and can't get enough, <br /> <br />and there's more at the north window <br />and along the path beside West Pond: <br /> <br />wind sowing bamboo clarities aplenty, <br />rain gracing the subtle greens of moss. <br /> <br />My wife's still here, frail and old as me, <br />but no one else: the children are gone. <br /> <br />Leave the window open. If you close it, <br />who'll keep us company for the night?<br /><br />Bai Juyi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-north-window-bamboo-and-rock/
