All alone in a foreign land,
I am twice as homesick on this day
When brothers carry dogwood up the mountain,
Each of them a branch—and my branch missing.

To be a stranger in a strange land: Whenever one feasts, one thinks of one's brother twice as much as before. There where my brother far away is ascending, The dogwood is flowering, and a man is missed. | "Thinking of My Brother in Shantung on the Ninth Day of the Ninth Moon", in The White Pony, ed. Robert Payne