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Book: Cathay

  • The River-Merchant's Wife
    While my hair was still cut straight across my forehead
    I played about the front gate, pulling flowers.
    29 lines, 1 comment
  • The Jewel Stairs' Grievance
    The jewelled steps are already quite white with dew,
    It is so late that the dew soaks my gauze stockings,
    4 lines
  • Song of the Bowmen of Shu
    Here we are, picking the first fern-shoots
    And saying: When shall we get back to our country?
    26 lines

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