We cannot stay young and strong for long - Both of us have grey hair at the temples
-Du Fu, “To the Recluse Wei the Eighth”1
After summer rains the earth is still green Oak leaves dance happily in the cooling breeze Old lawn chairs are the humble chairs of poets Old lawn chairs are the glorious thrones of kings
The seasons remind us of our mortality We sit and ponder the mysteries of change We will die, to be replaced by others Who will sit and ponder the mysteries of change
And still, whatever these deep thoughts betoken - I need to mow, and the lawn mower is broken
1Three Hundred Tang Poems Translated by Peter Harris London: Everyman’s Library Pocket Poets, 2009