Poetry of Protracted Illness

analytical

Visit from a Friend  Po Chu’i [772-846 CE] I have been ill so long that I do not count the days; at the Southern window, evening – and again evening. Sadly chirping in the grasses under my eaves, the winter sparrows morning and evening sing. By an effort I rise and lean heavily on my bed; tottering I step toward […]

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