Poetic geese by Tom Sharp

In the mind of Li Bai, geese govern the seasons. They love it when rivers and lakes fill up with autumn rains. No sense being a poet if you have to earn a living. Governments and demons conspire against our souls. A poem is free like a goose. Gather up the people’s misery, capture it in a poem, and toss the poem into a river.

天末怀李白 by 杜甫 (Du Fu)

凉风起天末，君子意如何？鸿雁几时到？江湖秋水多。文章憎命达，魑魅喜人过。应共冤魂语，投诗赠汨罗。