Li Po

(701-762 / Chu / Kazakhstan)

Ch'Ing P'Ing Tiao - Poem by Li Po

Clouds bring back to mind her dress, the flowers her face.
Winds of spring caress the rail where sparkling dew-drops cluster.
If you cannot see her by the jewelled mountain top,
Maybe on the moonlit Jasper Terrance you will meet her.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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