Song Yu is gone by Tom Sharp

Song Yu is my teacher; his poems sing of my sorrow. Who doesn’t cry who learns how the past has been destroyed, and that it’s not one destruction, but thousands? Song Yu’s old house in the mountains has been stripped; we have only remnants of his paintings and writings. It’s a deserted platform in the rain, the stuff of dreams. Song Yu served the Chu but they are all gone. Locals point out where they think the Chu palace used to be, but even they are doubtful.

咏怀古迹 (二) by 杜甫 (Du Fu)

摇落深知宋玉悲，风流儒雅亦吾师。 怅望千秋一洒泪，萧条异代不同时。 江山故宅空文藻，云雨荒台岂梦思。 最是楚宫俱泯灭，舟人指点到今疑。