Huyen Quang Ly Dao Tai Poems

They write letters with their blood, to send news home.
A lone wild goose flaps through the clouds.
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The fire's gone out. I light incense
And answer the child's question about poetry,
Grasping my waterpipe and wooden drumstick.
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Nightly the autumn wind knocks on the screen.
Weeds riot outside this desolate mountain dwelling.
Long since, my mind withdrew to meditation.
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