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To the tune of "Happy Event Is Nigh"
The wind ceases; fallen flowers pile high.
Outside my screen, petals collect in heaps of red
and snow-white.
This reminds me that after the blooming
of the cherry-apple tree
It is time to lament the dying spring.
Singing and drinking have come to an end;
jade cups are empty;
Lamps are flickering.
Hardly able to bear the sorrows and regrets
of my dreams,
I hear the mournful cry of the cuckoo.
Li Ching Chao
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Read poems about / on: snow, spring, happy, tree, red, wind, time, sorrow, flower, dream
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Aaron Sigmund
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This is an excellent poem on many levels, it captivates the reader with the sorrow of the dying spring.
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