Autumn Cold - Poem by Po Chu-I
here's my snowy crown
time's tinted decrepitude
there's the frost in the courtyard
autumn's glittery breath
now I'm sick and just watching my wife
then I'm frozen waiting for the maid
to comb my hair
without the body
what use fame?
I've put aside
I delve my heart
to learn from Empty Boats!
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