To the tune, "Spring at Wu Ling": Li Ch'ing Chao
The Poetesss Li Ch'ing Chao (Translated by Kenneth Rexroth)
To the tune, "Spring at Wu Ling"
The gentle breeze has died down.
The perfumed dust has settled.
It is the end of the time
Of flowers. Evening falls
And all day I have been too
Lazy to comb my hair.
The toilet articles are there,
But the man is gone away.
All effort would be wasted.
When I try to sing, my tears
Choke me. I dreamed my flower boat
Carried me to him, but I
Know so fragile a vessel
Won't bear such a weight of sorrow.
I'm looking for a poem that I think I saw on this community... It's metaphor was about a dove landing in a pine tree, and the dove was in love with the pine tree. Wish I had more, but here's where I turn when I don't have enough words to google search. :) Thanks a ton, anyone.
To the tune, "Spring at Wu Ling"
The gentle breeze has died down.
The perfumed dust has settled.
It is the end of the time
Of flowers. Evening falls
And all day I have been too
Lazy to comb my hair.
The toilet articles are there,
But the man is gone away.
All effort would be wasted.
When I try to sing, my tears
Choke me. I dreamed my flower boat
Carried me to him, but I
Know so fragile a vessel
Won't bear such a weight of sorrow.
I'm looking for a poem that I think I saw on this community... It's metaphor was about a dove landing in a pine tree, and the dove was in love with the pine tree. Wish I had more, but here's where I turn when I don't have enough words to google search. :) Thanks a ton, anyone.