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 Homesick

Homesick

When I was a child， my homesickness was a small stamp 　　
Linking Mum at the other end and me this. 　　

When grown up， I remained homesick， but it became a ticket 　　
By which I sailed to and from my bride at the other end. 　　

Then homesickness took the shape of a grave，?
Mum inside of it and me outside. 　　

Now I’m still homesick， but it is a narrow strait 　　
Separating me on this side and the mainland on the other.

乡愁

余光中