r/Poetry

reminds me of one heartbreak that hits in flashbacks and echoes

Words cannot describe how hard and deep this one hit my blunder years emo heart.

Still rips though. An oldie but goodie

The last two lines of Liu Changqing's "Lodging in the Snow at the Home of the Hibiscus Mountain Master."

Dusk, distant hills, a cold sky, a bare cottage. Then a dog at the brushwood gate. The poem never opens the door. No face, no fire, no greeting. It decides the bark is enough: someone is coming home through the snow.

日暮蒼山遠

天寒白屋貧

柴門聞犬吠

風雪夜帰人

Dusk, and the green hills run far.

The sky is cold; the white cottage is poor.

At the brushwood gate, a dog barks —

a person returns through wind and snow.

Do you hear the traveler arriving, or the house that was waiting?

She was born on August 5, 1934, and died on August 31, 2026, at the age of 92. RIP, Wendell Berry 🤍

To kiss a forehead is to erase worry.

I kiss your forehead.

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