The Jade Mountain/An Autumn Evening
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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