My thatched cottage
is still fit for writing poems
and I still dream of finding
the lost Peach Blossom spring
Du Fu Writes to Himself of Ennui
by Jackie Langetieg
Du Fu you grow older and feel much less vital.
spending long days at rest in your house by the river,
watching the lilies float on the quiet pond.
You’ve regrets for things that slipped past when
you were young and able to follow your wine to finish.
Left alone now, you have time to reflect on opportunity.
Even today, there are things you can do, but you choose
to stay by the fire in pensive thought. Du Fu why
do you do nothing while you still breathe the fire of life?
Is it depression or lack of will? Or are they the same animal
hidden in different coats of fur? The hearthstone has dust on it
from lack of visitors or students of poems. Do you not miss
the salons of the past when young poets sat at your knee
to listen to your wisdom? Open your door to the present
and you will find your future knocking to come in.