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Poetry
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.
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Poetry
Sonnet 73: That time of year thou mayst in me behold
A meditation on ageing through late autumn, twilight, and dying fire, ending with love intensified by approaching loss.
十四行诗第七十三首：你在我身上看见暮秋