Unrest in the east by Tom Sharp

I’m lying on the riverbank, reciting Wang Ji’s poem about ambition, and basking in a warm light while soldiers are dying in the east. Everything here is relaxed— the river current, the clouds, the silence of the season. Why can’t I simply enjoy it here?

江亭 by 杜甫 (Du Fu)

坦腹江亭暖，长吟《野望》时。 水流心不竞，云在意俱迟。 寂寂春将晚，欣欣物自私。 江东犹苦战，回首一颦眉。