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AUTUMN MEDITATION
by Zhang Cuo 1983

((the poem is much longer, this is just the last 13 lines))
……..
Since moving eastward,
There were too many undaring thoughts:
Not daring to look back,
Dreading deepening anger,
Not daring to look ahead,
Dreading regrettable thoughts;
There is only one daring thought:
On a night when the moon is bright and stars are sparse,
Putting on a coat and walking into the backyard to sharpen my sword,
I softly recite the first half of the waka:
“Loneliness does not
Originate in any one
Particular thing…”

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