"A falcon hovers at the edge of the sky. Two gulls drift slowly up the river. Vulnerable while they ride the wind, they coast and glide with ease."

"My poems are no use—they won’t fill anyone’s stomach."

"I've watched the spring pass away again, When will I be able to return?"

"Dew is heavy on the grass below, the spider's web is ready. Heaven's ways include the human: among a thousand sorrows, I stand alone."

"The city has fallen: only the hills and rivers remain. In Spring the streets were green with grass and trees."