Boundless grasses over the plain   Zhang Ji THINKING OF A FRIEND LOST IN THE TIBETAN WAR Last year you went with your troops to Tibet; And when your men had vanished beyond the citywall, News was cut off between the two worlds As between the living and the dead. No one has come upon a faithful horse guarding A crumpled tent or torn flag, or any trace of you. If only I knew, I might serve you in the temple, Instead of these tears toward the far sky. Bai Juyi GRASSES Boundless grasses over the plain Come and go with every season; Wildfire neverRead More →