(24 January 1961 / South Africa)

A Second Farewell To Governor Yen Wu At The Fengji Post Station

We have come far together, but here we must part;
the green hills vainly echo my feelings.
When will we again take wine cups in hand
to stroll as we did beneath last night's moon?
Every district sings sad songs at your leaving;
three reigns now you have served with distinction.
Now I must go back to my river village alone,
and alone live out the rest of my days.

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It is almost as though we run away from ourselves when we try too much to understand the nature of our being. We are too far to the left, or to the right, not near enough to our center, taking everything out of context.. just my two cents worth. ;)
I find these exercises are a waste of time, as we usually answer the way we think we should, rather than with true honesty. Nice poem.
I loved it! Very nice.
Nice read. Enjoyed it!