Li Ching Chao

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A Friend Sends Her Perfumed Carriage - Poem by Li Ching Chao

A friend sends her perfumed carriage
And high-bred horses to fetch me.
I decline the invitation of
My old poetry and wine companion.

I remember the happy days in the lost capital.
We took our ease in the woman's quarters.
The Feast of Lanterns was elaborately celebrated -
Folded pendants, emerald hairpins, brocaded girdles,
New sashes - we competed
To see who was most smartly dressed.
Now I am withering away,
Wind-blown hair, frost temples.
I prefer to stay beyond the curtains,
And listen to talk and laughter
I can no longer share.


Comments about A Friend Sends Her Perfumed Carriage by Li Ching Chao

  • Bronze Star - 2,565 Points john tiong chunghoo (10/2/2006 10:15:00 AM)

    a simple poem that really touches. melancholy. good one li. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Pha Thanh Gian (4/29/2005 7:59:00 AM)

    So so sad... the inevitable aging process. But at least the author has had his heydays. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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