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More Translations from the Chinese: Po Chü-i: Poems ...

Arthur WaleyChinese PoetryClassical Chinese Literature

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I hug my pillow and do not speak a word; In my empty room no sound stirs. Who knows that, all day a-bed, I am not ill and am not even asleep? Turned to jade are the boy's rosy cheeks; To his sick temples the frost of winter clings… Do not wonder that my body sinks to decay; Though my limbs are old, my heart is older yet.

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