Lone Wild Goose

Alone, the wild goose refuses food and drink,
his calls searching for the flock.

Who feels compassion for that single shadow
vanishing in a thousand distant clouds?

You watch, even as it flies from sight,
its plaintive calls cutting through you.

The noisy crows ignore it:
the bickering, squabbling multitudes.

by Du Fu

Comments (10)

nice good poem to go through
Alone, the wild goose refuses food and drink, his calls searching for the flock.
Lone and still flying! Earns respect and admiration!
Caught between compassion for the lost goose and disdain of the crowd.
An excellent. The first word emphasizes the loneliness of the wild goose, and the first line, her emotional state. Yet there is no one to feel or show compassion. Even the crows ignore her. The poem is not about loneliness, but really about that human state where one is abandoned by all.
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