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Chang'e
On the mica screen the candle's shadow deepens; the River of Heaven sinks lower, the dawn star goes down. Chang'e must regret having stolen the elixir— green sea, blue sky, and night after night that heart.
嫦娥
Spring Morning
In spring sleep, dawn arrives unnoticed; everywhere, I hear birds calling. Through the night came the sound of wind and rain— how many blossoms must have fallen?
春晓
Red Cliff
A broken halberd sunk in sand, its iron not yet eaten away; I take it up myself, grind and wash it, and identify an earlier dynasty. Had the east wind not favored young Zhou, deep spring in the Bronze Sparrow Tower would have shut away the two Qiao.
赤壁
Sonnet 18: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
A meditation on beauty, time, and poetry’s claim to preserve the beloved beyond summer and death.
十四行诗第十八首：我可否把你比作夏日？
Climbing the Leyou Plateau
Toward evening my mood is out of sorts; I drive the carriage up to the ancient plain. The setting sun is boundlessly fine— it is only that dusk is near.
登乐游原
Deer Enclosure
On the empty mountain no one is seen, yet the sound of human voices carries. Returning light enters the deep wood and shines once more on the green moss.
鹿柴