Homesickness
by: Du Fu (712-770)
translated by W. J. B. Fletcher
Upon the river's whiteness the birds more clearly fly.
And with the greenness of the hills the flowers more brightly vie.
In gazing on them all this Spring has slowly passed away.
The day that brings me home again--how long will Time deny?
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