Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Poem for Brigid

Yep, I know it's a day late. And my chosen piece isn't even a full poem. But it's the line that adorns my altar and the one that keeps me going at times.


Though a country be sundered, hills and rivers endure;

And spring comes green again to trees and grasses

Where petals have been shed like tears

And lonely birds have sung their grief.


--Tu Fu, from "A Spring View" (c. 750AD), trans. Witter Bynner