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lament of Liu Ch'e . . . while elsewhere--


by strannikov


Liu Ch'e's lament for Li Furen



in her silk sleeves is silence sheathed.

 

each jade tile sprouts jade dust.

 

in this room only silent cold.

 

leaves in fallen piles bar the door.

 

could her beauteous soul hide here?

 

can she hear my heart hold its breath?


 

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grievance from the marble staircase


 

why, look! the marble stairs turned white hours ago


—half the night gone, my gauze stockings are soaked through!


once home, I lower my glistening reed blinds


to see the moon the brightest white pearl of dew.


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(if in fact the staircase is jade—)


grievance from the jade staircase


why, look! the jade stairs sprouted pearls hours ago

—half the night gone, my gauze stockings are soaked through!

once home, I lower my glistening reed blinds

to see the moon the brightest white pearl of dew.

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