The Dead of Night (After Tu Fu)

THE DEAD OF NIGHT (After Tu Fu)

Mornings, I used to run.

Now I sleep instead.

Nights, I sit alone,

and think of the past.

When my wife and I

were young,

I thought nothing

was beyond my grasp.

My wife is no more.

As mice rummage

Nervously in their holes,

the moon grins eerily,

and I sit up in my bed.

In the darkness,

I hear something scream.

The gods favor the quick.

The rest will be dead.

—George Freek

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