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Li Qingzhao - The last blossoms tumble down
Identifier
015059
Type of Spiritual Experience
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The last blossoms tumble down,
scattering the same reds that shade a woman’s rouge:
another year’s springtime affair.
Airy willow catkins drift skies,
and shoots promise lavish bamboo.
In quiet rooms of isolate depths,
I sit facing the delicate greens of our little garden:
there’s no point climbing summits
when my sad love comes home only long enough to leave.
It’s like a crystalline dream, that year
we wandered a thousand miles and more
along the stream north of the city,
meandering beside those icy ripples
where you’ll find my eyes still lingering for you.