Tz'u No. 13

Li Ching ChaoLi Ching Chao

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To the tune of "Song of Peace"Year by year, in the snow,
I have often gathered plum flowers,
intoxicated with their beauty.
Fondling them impudently
I got my robe wet with their lucid tears.This year I have drifted to the corner
of the sea and the edge
of the horizon,
My temples have turned grey.Judging by the gust of the evening wind,
It is unlikely I will again
enjoy the plum blossoms.
Li Ching Chao
About the poet

Li Ching Chao

1084 - 1151/ChinaLi Ch'ing Chao was born into a literary family and became an antiquarian, book collector, and calligrapher. Of her six original volumes of lyrics, only about 50 lyrics remain. In Stephen Owen's chapter, "The Snares of Memory," it concentrates…

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