A Walk to the Eastern River Bank

The setting sun illuminates half the river—
this is when I always take walks by myself.
The sunset deepens my depression,
the autumn clarifies the poet's mind.
Birds peck at a rotten willow tree;
insects hang lightly from dying leaves.
Why is it that I still feel homesick,
even though I've finally come home?
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Kao Ch'i
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