I find you alone under falling petals.   Wang Changling IN HER QUIET WINDOW Too young to have learned what sorrow means, Attired for spring, she climbs to her high chamber…. The new green of the street-willows is wounding her heart — Just for a title she sent him to war. Wang Changling A SONG OF THE SPRING PALACE Last night, while a gust blew peach-petals open And the moon shone high on the Palace Beyond Time, The Emperor gave Pingyang, for her dancing, Brocades against the cold spring-wind. Wang Han A SONG OF LIANGZHOU They sing, they drain their cups of jade, They strumRead More →

  Meng Jiao A SONG OF A PURE-HEARTED GIRL Lakka-trees ripen two by two And mandarin-ducks die side by side. If a true-hearted girl will love only her husband, In a life as faithfully lived as theirs, What troubling wave can arrive to vex A spirit like water in a timeless well? Meng Jiao A TRAVELLER’S SONG The thread in the hands of a fond-hearted mother Makes clothes for the body of her wayward boy; Carefully she sews and thoroughly she mends, Dreading the delays that will keep him late from home. But how much love has the inch-long grass For three spring months ofRead More →