I GREW up at Jung-yang; I was still young when I left. On and on, -- forty years passed Till again I stayed for the night at Jung-yang. When I went away, I was only eleven or twelve; This year I am turned fifty-six. Yet thinking back to the times of my childish games, Whole and undimmed, still they rise before me. The old houses have all disappeared; Down in the village none of my people are left. It is not only that streets and buildings have changed; But steep is level and level changed to steep! Alone unchanged, the waters of Ch'iu and Yu Passionless, -- flow in their old course. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DINNER-PARTY by AMY LOWELL THE WIZARD IN WORDS by MARIANNE MOORE FANCY-LAND by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE ENDLESS BATTLE by BERTON BRALEY SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 15 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING FIRST MATERNITY by KATHARINE BROWN BURT |