The Wine Spring

THE WINE SPRING.

Eternal autumn rain- evening sounds
die among the dying lotuses.

How can she bear to listen ?
Wine has muddied her thinking.

And yet her thoughts continue like rain
After the candle has guttered,

After the incense burned.
---almost at dawn

When the misty rain is coldest,
it steals in though her screen.

Li Hsun
855-930.Century.

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Rain falls on fallen flowers
perfuming the edge of the pond
where she grieves through long separation.

When the song closes,
she closes her silver screen

Night and day, sailboats leave for ch'u
in her pain, she tunes her lute.
the melody carries her grief,

and words vibrate in the strings,
words she cannot bear to sing...

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