Drums on the watch-tower have emptied the roads -
At the frontier it's autumn; a wild-goose cries.
This is a night in which dew becomes frost;
The moon is bright like it used to be at home.
I have brothers, but they're scattered;
My home's broken up; are they dead or alive?
If letters are sent, they never arrive;
This war that separates us seems unending.
Thinking Of My Brothers On A Moonlit Night
Du Fu
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Poem topics: autumn, moon, never, night, war, wild, frost, tower, bright, broken, watch, goose, home, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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