Thinking of My Brothers in Shantung on the Ninth Day of the Ninth Month

Thinking of My Brothers in Shantung on the Ninth Day of the Ninth Month


Alone now in a strange country,
feeling myself a stranger,
On this bright festival day
I doubly pine for my kinsfolk.
Far away, I know my brothers
will be climbing the heights
With dogwood sprays in their jackets,
and one man missing!

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