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