Tuesday, February 3, 2009

Ezra Pound

Taking Leave of a Friend

Blue mountains to the north of the walls,
White river winding about them;
Here we must make separation
And go out through a thousand miles of dead grass.

Mind like a floating wide cloud,
Sunset like the parting of old acquaintances
Who bow over their clasped hands at a distance.
Our horses neigh to each others
as we are departing.


Ariel the Thief said...

With horses it is less sad.

Doug said...

Right, at least everyone has a friend.

Speaking of, Happy Birthday.

tsduff said...

Hope your birthday
Cheers up you
In all your thoughts
And wishes too
Cheery visions
Mutton stew
Glass of beer
Friends bid adieu

Happy Birth Day

Ariel the Thief said...

Happy Birthday! Geez man, it is one practical post you have here. :)