Li Qingzhao

  • Cicadas noisily burst into songAnd whirl in their mating danceOn branches of jade-green.In a lonely courtyard I composeA poem of distant yearsTo possess a moment in time.My heart is grieved then lifted by A memory of you in a thin red silkRobe brushing your black hairIn the lamplight of thinning dusk.One thought leads to another.I

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