Autumn Window

[Lake]

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Autumn Window

    For William Marr

Here on the vast prairies,
Amid ten-thousand lakes -
Your book, your autograph –
In the summer morning.

I look from my window
Into your window of autumn
In the fragrant wind softer
Than that of Chicago.

The white picture frame
Over the black backdrop.
The slender lady turns sideways,
Whose eyes a bright window.

I think of you at work –
Of war, an old woman
Who lost her only child;
Of bird, the freedom to the cage.

Your poems give help to
The natural disasters.
All proceeds like rivulets
Flowing into the ocean.

Seasons revolving in cycles.
When red maple leaves fall
I open the window once again
To read your autumnal profusion.


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the trouble with poetry is that it encourages the writing of more poetry -- Billy Collins

[William Zhou周道模]

I'm also reading the book Autumn Window of Mr. William Marr. Thanks!
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诗歌是灵魂的歌唱.
周道模

[Lake]

Autumn Window

   for William Marr    

Here on the top of the hill,
over the rose dale –
your book, my companion –
in the cool morning.

I look from my window
into your autumn window
in the fragrant wind, softer
than that of Chicago.

Over the black backdrop
the white picture frame
is suffused with balmy softness,
those tender eyes -
a window into wisdom.

I think of you at work –
of war, an old woman
who lost her only child;
of freedom, a bird
which leaves its cage.

Your every line,
every thought, like rivulets
from all directions
flowing into the sea.

Flowers are now in full bloom.
When red maple leaves fall
I'll open the window once more
to read this mellow autumn.


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the trouble with poetry is that it encourages the writing of more poetry -- Billy Collins

[William Zhou周道模]

yes,just this one!
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诗歌是灵魂的歌唱.
周道模