Yu Xuanji Poems
|1.||To Guo Xiang||8/17/2012|
|2.||To The Perfect Master||8/17/2012|
|3.||To Grand Secretary Liu||8/17/2012|
|5.||Thanking Scholar Li For His Gift Of A Bamboo Mat||8/17/2012|
|6.||Poem For The Willows By The River||8/17/2012|
|7.||Sent To A Neighbour Girl||8/17/2012|
|8.||Selling Wilted Peonies||8/17/2012|
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Selling Wilted Peonies
Facing the wind, she raises a sigh as the petals fall and fall;
fragrant thoughts all sink and vanish with yet another spring.
No one asks about them, because their price is high,
though even butterflies can't come close to a fragrance that's so strong.
Red petals that should only have grown in a palace,
jade-green leaves tainted by the dust of the road
if only they were moved into the imperial gardens,
young nobles would regret having no means to buy!