Upon Finishing a Poem

It took three years
to get two lines right;

I test them aloud,
and tears blur my eyes.

If for you, friend, the poem
fails to ring true,

I'll go back and take solace
in the ancient, autumn hills.

    --Chia Tao (779-843)

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Mike O'Connor | Pawtracks on Seven-Star Mountain
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