Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, OLD POEM: 17, by ANONYMOUS


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OLD POEM: 17, by                    
First Line: At fifteen I went with the army
Last Line: While tears fell and wetted my clothes
Subject(s): China - Early Period (to 200 B.c.);grief;homecoming; Sorrow;sadness


AT fifteen I went with the army,
At fourscore I came home.
On the way I met a man from the village,
I asked him who there was at home.
"That over there is your house,
All covered over with trees and bushes."
Rabbits had run in at the dog-hole,
Pheasants flew down from the beams of the roof.
In the courtyard was growing some wild grain;
And by the well, some wild mallows.
I'll boil the grain and make porridge,
I'll pluck the mallows and make soup.
Soup and porridge are both cooked,
But there is no one to eat them with.
I went out and looked towards the east,
While tears fell and wetted my clothes.





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