Song Of Spring Palace Poem by Wang Changling

Song Of Spring Palace



She brings a broom at dawn to the Golden Palace doorway
And dusts the hall from end to end with her round fan,
And, for all her jade-whiteness, she envies a crow
Whose cold wings are kindled in the Court of the Bright Sun.

Saturday, August 11, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: wings
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