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Li Po
Three, Five, Seven Word

Autumn, breeze, pure-and-clear.
Autumn, moon, bright-as-day.

Fallen leaves gather, and scatter again.
Cold crows perch, and start and settle agan.

We think of one another, all the time:
for us to meet is hard....
In this season, on this night, feeling at all
is a difficult thing.

transl. by J.P. Seaton

@темы: chinese, 8, eastern, l