By Liu Yong (987-1053), Translated by Frank Watson Clouds above the mountain top,About the river of night and day;Looking out at the meadow crop,Her face arrayed in the misty spray. A thousand autumns pass,Leaving my eyes in a frozen state;Looking to go home, at last,I feel our …
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Many years ago, this day, As lingering clouds Brought out the morning rays, I heard the east wind drown In the sound of the ocean spray. She came in nightly On a foaming swell, Lady floating lightly On a seaborne shell. “Oh bury me not …
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