Li Qingzhao


To The Tune Of Lamentation - Poem by Li Qingzhao

It was far into the night when, intoxicated,
I took off my ornaments;
The plum flower withered in my hair.
Recovered from tipsiness, the lingering smell of wine
broke my fond dream.
Before my dreaming soul could find my way home.
All is quiet.
The moon lingers,
And the emerald screen hangs low.
I caress the withered flower,
Fondle the fragrant petals,
Trying to bring back the lost time.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 15, 2012



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