By the gate now, the moss is grown, the different mosses
Too deep to clear away!
The leaves fall early this autumn, in wind.
The paired butterflies are already yellow with August
Over the grass in the West garden;
They hurt me.
I grow older.
If you are coming down through the narrows of the river Kiang,
Please let me know beforehand,
And I will come out to meet you
As far as Cho-fu-Sa."
-from "The River Merchants Wife" by Ezra Pound
