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We often pass a night warm and intimate
In an unfamiliar room whose shape
In the daytime we have no way to know,
Let alone its past, its future.  The plain
Endlessly stretches before our window.
We vaguely remember the road we came by
In the dusk: such is our knowledge.
Tomorrow, we will leave and return no more.
Close our eyes then!  Let these warm, intimate nights
And unfamiliar places weave in our heart:
Our life is like the plain outside the window.
Upon the misty plain we recognize
A tree, a flash of lake-light; within the boundlessness
Is hidden the forgotten past, the seen-unseen future.
Feng Chih (1905)
About tenthltr2u (1074 Articles)
A child of the 60's I often feel out of place in the world as it exist today. Too much excess, too much materialism, too few people who genuinely care or give a damn. It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye. Antoine de Saint-Exupery

2 Comments on Sonnet

  1. Truly beautiful!
    Hope you are well.


  2. Hey Lady J,
    Thanks for visiting and for your compliment.  Indeed all is well and hoping the same holds true for you.


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