Autumn Love Comments

Simply superb poem.

Beautiful and good use of juxtaposition

Extremely captivating portrayal of various shades of nature over time until it all withered with age. Gold chrysanthemums.... This season I could not bear / To pick them. Fine rain sifts through the wu-t’ung trees And drips, drop by drop, through the dusk / What can I ever do now?

By expression of it, you have already rid it off you must just continue living.

...........read an article recently which said people who felt life was hopeless, had a much shorter lifespan....so you must drive away hopelessness.....

I'm convinced... sadness is the mother poetry!