By the city wall at dusk a crow had alighted; It cawed again, again, as if it had flown home. At her loom, a Ch’in-ch’uan girl was weaving; Through her gauze window she could not help but hear The bird, which sounded like someone talking.…
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While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead I played about the front gate, pulling flowers. You came by on bamboo stilts, playing horse, You walked about my seat, playing with blue plums. And we went on living in the village of Chokan:…
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The birds have vanished down the sky. Now the last cloud drains away. We sit together, the mountain and me, until only the mountain remains.
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You ask how I spend my time– I nestle against a treetrunk and listen to autumn winds in the pines all night and day. Shantung wine can’t get me drunk. The local poets bore me. My thoughts remain with you, like the Wen River, endlessly flowing.
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