Slowly autumn comes to an end.
Painfully cold a dawn wind thicks the dew.
Grass round here will not be green again,
Trees and leaves are already suffering.
The clear air is drained and purified
And the high white sky’s a mystery.
Nothing’s left of the cicada’s sound.
Flying geese break the heavens’ silence.
The Myriad Creatures rise and return.
How can life and death not be hard?
From the beginning all things have to die.
Thinking of it can bruise the heart.
What can I do to lighten my thoughts?
Solace myself drinking the last of this wine.
Who understands the next thousand years?
Let’s just make this morning last forever.
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Ahh, excellent! I like the way he thought...live in the moment, for the moment and completely live this moment! Drink and savor the wine. Make the moment last forever, excellent! Do not think of the problems or things to come tomorrow. Live today well because this moment once lost, is gone forever. This is what I call "Vertical Thinking"{thinking of what is happening now} and I'm pretty against "Horizontal thinking"{crying over what happened yesterday or what tomorrow could bring}. I like this poem because of this point the most. I must confess what made me click this particular poem is the title{I have this thing with Number Nine as I do with the moon}. Nice images all throughout this poem meet the eye and what is most nice is the happy ending which contrasts the sad tone throughout the poem.
- Charishma
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