At Hibiscus Inn Poem by Wang Changling

At Hibiscus Inn



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.

Saturday, August 11, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: green,sorrow,spring,war
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