Wang Qian Poems

The grace flowing in the air,
Sequence of movements sliding on the silk hammock,
To purify and to beautify
The quivering inner form.
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The curtain of night open
Like a black pearl in its polished sheen,
Silently alone the way to the wild
Grass green lamb white.
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双 囍

One more happiness
One more happiness
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I hear your crisp tears
Clambering up the throat cliff
While you are eating.
Why you are so queer,
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Born in that summer blood,
Riding on a red horse across the hurry flood
That would bury certain
And make time gain fast,
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Licking softly the gentle Spring around,
The light fragrance makes his lips so fond.
The eyes are blue glassy stones,
Like the flying songs not bound.
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The girls without pain can't be princesses,
The roses without thorns can't be beauties,
We must live the life that we are to,
It bores us into a deep unknown hole.
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She once made you happy,
She once let you not leave her in your heart.

You forgot it in the front lawn,
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I stand in front of you,
Like a birch,
White, slim and shy.
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The maple leaves in summer
Are boundless in uncoated shower.
They fly to different chairs,
Different coconut sands,
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