onsdag 20 april 2011

Talking to Tu Fu: Kindness to old horses

You sit there, tired and worn,
on the edge of yet another road,
your coat too tightly shut, your hands sticks
over an all too small fire,
all dreams of warmth are gone.
In the old days they used to be kind to old horses,
you write,
they didn´t send them out on long journeys.
My heart aches for you, old poet:
the one who have felt cold bite
knows how strong the hunger for heat
is in our breast.