Crying are the ospreys, on a river’s islet.
A graceful, kind maiden; the noble’s perfect match.
Uneven waterwhite, flowing off left and right.
A graceful, kind maiden; sought for in wake and sleep.
Author: Chichi
I'm a hawk. *unholy shriek*
FW 25: White Clothes
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Read More »FW 24: Ghost Face
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Read More »A Gift for Wang Lun (赠汪伦) by Li Bai (李白)
Li Bai mounts a boat in want of travel
Yet a stepping song is swift heard ashore
The Peach Flower Pond deeps a thousand chi
Yet it pales to Wang Lun’s love left to me
Catching Fish · Ballad of Geese Mound (摸鱼儿·雁丘辞) by Yuan Haowen (元好问)
Ox of Twist’s year, I hurry for Bingzhou’s exams, my path running ‘cross a goose-catcher who utters, “This morn, I seized a goose, then ended it. That one which broke free of my net cried in sorrow and would not go, instead casting itself upon the ground, dying.”
I thus bought the pair, and interred them beside the River Fen, stacking stones as a marker I dub Geese Mound.
Of those that walk similar now, many do compose verse; I, too, have the Balled of Geese Mound. Older pieces were made without the scales, so now they face revisions.
Chichi's Dives 