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The Sleepless Dog
Yu Kwang-chung
Often, after the last train,
In this wide world there only remain,
A mile or half a mile away,
Some dogs barking, two or three.
Only my lamp knows, at such moments,
This graying head by the light
Is no less a sleepless dog,
One that watches a different night
And barks at different shades.
Only it takes a greater distance
A hundred years away, for instance,
To hear it right.
