Spring only brings me grief and fatigue   Wei Yingwu TO MY FRIENDS LI DAN AND YUANXI We met last among flowers, among flowers we parted, And here, a year later, there are flowers again; But, with ways of the world too strange to foretell, Spring only brings me grief and fatigue. I am sick, and I think of my home in the country- Ashamed to take pay while so many are idle. …In my western tower, because of your promise, I have watched the full moons come and go. Han Hong INSCRIBED IN THE TEMPLE OF THE WANDERING GENIE I face, high over thisRead More →