Saturday, July 11, 2009

I love these lines . . .

from one of my favorite poems.

The leaves fall early this autumn, in wind.
The paired butterflies are already yellow with August
Over the grass in the West garden;
They hurt me. I grow older.
If you are coming down through the narrows of the river Kiang,
Please let me know beforehand,
And I will come out to meet you
As far as Cho-fu-Sa.


Rauan Klassnik said...

yeah, i think of that poem every time i see a pair of butterflies.

Sally Ashton said...

Why think you of autumn in the glory of summer, dear?