My admiration for the Chinese Poet Li Po grows with each year. I am reading this poem in a spartan 8x10 room. Li Po wrote this 1400 years ago thinking of me.
Quiet Night Thoughts
Before my Bed
there is bright moonlight
so that is seems
like frost on the ground:
Lifting my head
I watch the moon,
Lowering my head
I dream that I am home.
Li Po
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