The Jade Mountain
Han Hung
翃 韓
AFTER THE DAY OF NO FIRE
Petals of spring fly all through the cityFrom the wind in the willows of the Imperial River.And at dusk, from the palace, candles are given outTo light first the mansions of the Five Great Lords.
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AN AUTUMN EVENING
Harmonizing Ch'êng Chin's Poem
While a cold wind is creeping under my mat,And the city's naked wall grows pale with the autumn moon,I see a lone wildgoose crossing the River of Stars,And I hear, on stone in the night, thousands of washing-mallets. . . .But, instead of wishing the season, as it goes,To bear me also far away,I have found your poem so beautifulThat I forget the homing birds.
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