Po Chu-i, Ancient Governor - 772-846 CE, From Far Away Thinks On His Angry Wife
Of Po Chu-i: 'As one of his poems explains,
he suffered from paralysis at the end of his
life, one leg becoming useless.'
'A well-fed contentment...
is there no greater achievement in life? '
Her heavy face displaces among
clouds, is swollen with hard tears,
her sorrowful gaze calls for the
always hungry child that was lost
when they were poor, without work
and down on luck. The frozen ground
reluctantly yields these many years
to slowly make his little grave,
too long unmarked.
It now wears a monument tall, of finest jade.
'Too late for you, Little Stinger, '
he carves it himself, again and again,
years now, upon the stone,
'A well-fed contentment...'
and all the rest, but in his
mind it is never done.
'Old Po Chu-i, ' he thinks to himself,
writing another verse in his head,
his own epitaph upon the other side
of the jade-stone, 'now rides a wild
horse to the end of all roads.'
Weary with the business of state.
Of commerce he can now care less
though he once was poor and
one dear son has died as a result,
'Pffftt! Old wife will never let me forget.'
'Of pleasing the inconsolable, '
he writes such in his head,
upon horseback, in the mane
and the tail poems wait to be
untangled, brushed smooth
with the ink and quill of miles
until there is some rest,
a cozy inn rare, more a tent
pitched which gives much simple
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poem by Warren Falcon
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