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When Night Comes
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When Night Comes

To the tune of "Telling My Most Intimate Feelings"

When night comes,
I am so flushed with wine,
I undo my hair slowly:
a plum calyx is
stuck on a damaged branch.
I wake dazed when smoke
breaks my spring sleep.
The dream distant,
so very distant;
and it is quiet, so very quiet.
The moon spins and spins.
The kingfisher blinds are drawn;
and yet I rub the injured bud,
and yet I twist in my fingers this fragrance,
and yet I possess these moments of time!

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I cannot even imagine what the original text of this work is like in its native tongue, but the English translation is magical and evocative with great depth of imagery. Fantastic choice for classical poem of the day!
A brilliant poem by Li Ching Chao👍👍
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Night! So very Quiet! ! Thanks for sharing.
Good poem Li ching Chao..... Well conveyed
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