Far Fetches① Poem by Eliza Cuihua

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A bright moon fell into my jade calice
Boiled cyan tea-mist to wander round corridor
Hearing my clepsydra sound and guest came
A pine branch fondled on tracery
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Pipa's four strings all cross hoarse
Trembling burl-scars die on tree
Dancing time-birds gently wipe mature leaves
But only dried vines grows new spears
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Budding wind wrinkles withered sky
Adds melancholy to cloudy sea
Who paces winter stroll summer in May
Picks consolida flowers to free