Winter Dawn
The men and beasts of the zodiac
Have marched over us once more.
Green wine bottles and red lobster shells,
Both emptied, litter the table.
“Should auld acquaintance be forgot?” Each
Sits listening to his own thoughts,
And the sound of cars starting outside.
The birds in the eaves are restless,
Because of the noise and light. Soon now
In the winter dawn I will face
My fortieth year. Borne headlong
Towards the long shadows of sunset
By the headstrong, stubborn moments,
Life whirls past, like drunken wildfire.
by Tu Fu
translated by Kenneth Rexroth
from A Book of Luminous Things
Harvest Books, 1996
From the Dynomight blog: 
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“Now we’re old with creaking bones,” 
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