BLACK CAT POEMS
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Jacques Bonhomme Complains of the Useless Stars
translated from the Chinese; written B.C. 780
I see on high the Milky Way,
But here's a rougher road.
The Sacred Oxen shining stand;
They do not draw our load.
The Sieve is sparkling in the South,
But good and ill come through.
The Ladle opens wide its mouth,
And pours out naught for you.
At dawn the Weaving Sisters sleep,
At dusk they rise again;
But though their Shining Shuttle flies,
They weave no robe for
poems by Helen Waddell