Thoughts Of Li Po From The World's End

Here at the world's end the cold winds are beginning to blow. What messages

have you for me, my master? When will the poor wandering goose arrive? The

rivers and lakes are swollen with autumn's waters. Art detests a too successful

life; and the hungry goblins await you with welcoming jaws. You had better have

a word with the ghost of that other wronged poet. Drop some verses into the

Mi-lo as an offering to him!

                Tu Fu (tr. Hawkes)