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A Friend Sends Her Perfumed Carriage
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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.
Li Ching Chao
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John Tiong Chunghoo
(10/2/2006 10:15:00 AM) |
a simple poem that really touches. melancholy. good one li.
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Van Tran-adams
(4/29/2005 7:59:00 AM) |
So so sad... the inevitable aging process. But at least the author has had his heydays.
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